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SEX, THE "D" WORD, AND ROCK & ROLL, THE BLUES, PUNK ROCK, MOVIES, CONCERTS, EVENTS, T.V. AND ANYTHING ELSE THAT'S COOL.....A POP CULTURE MANIFESTO, IN CELEBRATION OF THE END.
ENJOY YOURSELVES.
President, backpocket13.
-And he cried mightily with a strong voice, saying, Babylon the great is fallen, is fallen, and is become the habitation of devils, and the hold of every foul spirit and a cage of every unclean and hateful bird.
-Revelation 18:2
- "Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish - A product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken Hillbilly, with a heart full of hate, who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow, to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whiskey, and drive fast on empty streets, with nothing in mind except falling in love, and not getting arrested."
- Dr. Hunter S. Thompson
- "Tonight I'll be on that hill 'cause I can't stop, I'll be on that hill with everything I've got. Lives on the line where dreams are found and lost, I'll be there on time and I'll pay the cost, for wanting things that can only be found, in the darkness on the edge of town."
- Bruce Springsteen
- "What matters most is how well you walk through the fire."
- Charles Bukowski
- "The beast in me is chained by frail and fragile bonds, restless by day and by night rants and rages at the stars. God help the beast in me."
- Nick Lowe
All of the Writings Contained within this Blog are the Copy Righted Property of The Sinners Club TM and may Not be Used in any manner without the Written Consent of the Author.
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“HNW, Vehicles”
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Posted:Jun 5, 2019 12:56 pm
Last Updated:Jun 29, 2019 4:19 am
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“Ridin’ along in my automobile
My baby beside at the wheel
I stole a kiss the turn of a mile
My curiosity runnin’ wild
Cruising and playing the radio
With no particular place to go.”
~ Chuck Berry ~. “No Particular Place To Go”
“Dong! Where is my automobile?”
“Automobile?”
~ Grandpa to Long Duk Dong ~ “Sixteen Candles”
............Happy HNW Everybody!........This week’s theme is Automobiles,.........And when it comes to Motorvating over the Hills in a Coupe Deville,........Nobody did it better than Good Old Chuck, So why even Try and compete?.........There’s Nobody can Do It any Better than Mr. Berry,........Mephistopheles watch over his Eternal Soul,..........So to all the Members of My Flock I say, Happy HNW, or Hump Day, or whatever the Fuck you’d like hang on it!.........You Know where I’ll Be if You need Me!........
Sinfully Yours, backpocket
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“There Ain’t No Cure for the Monday Morning Blues”
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Posted:Jun 3, 2019 4:29 am
Last Updated:Jun 29, 2019 4:22 am
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“Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But when Monday comes you can find me crying all the time.”
~ The Mama’s and the Papa’s ~. “Monday, Monday”
..........Greetings and Salutations, to All of You,........My Wayward Flock,.......I’m Pretty Certain that Everyone is Aware that it’s that Shit Assed Day of the week that Nobody really Likes,......Yes, I speak of Monday,.......I don’t even like to say the Days Name out Loud for fear of Conjuring it’s Wrath,.......Like some Evil Vengeful Demon that wants to Ruin Everything!........So, My Angels, My Devils,.......If it’s at All possible, I’d suggest Getting Back Into Bed, Smoke a Little of Mother Nature’s Finest, turn the Special Music Up, and Pull the blankets Way Up over your Head and Stay that Way until Tomorrow,........For Those of Us that have to Work,..........All I can Say Is “Lets Get It On!.........Whatever it is that you end up choosing to do with Your Monday,........Enjoy,.........
Sinfully Yours, backpocket13
President: The Sinners Club
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“The Sunday Morning Striptease Vol. 4”
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Posted:Jun 2, 2019 4:14 am
Last Updated:Jun 14, 2019 4:59 pm
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“An Idiot Gone Completely Off the Rails.”
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Posted:May 31, 2019 5:32 pm
Last Updated:Jun 29, 2019 4:30 am
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“Jenny drinks!
Everything in the kitchen sink
‘till she’s all messed up and she can barely think.”
~ The Interrupters ~ “Jenny Drinks”
..........Well, Greetings and Salutations!........Good Saturday Evening Cats and Kittens,........It’s Good to see So Many familiar faces,........Please, pull up a Chair and make yourselves Comfortable,.........There’s an Ounce of “King Louie” over there on the coffee table next to the bong,.........Please, feel free to help yourself!........This one may be a Long One, it’s been Awhile since I’ve posted Anything of length,........Mainly because the “Missing Word” glitch was driving me Absolutely Bat Shit Crazy!........
..........I had finished smoking a big J about five minutes before the telephone began to ring, and I was fading fast.
Bleary eyed I look over at the phone resting on the nightstand for a long moment before finally picking it up.
“Yeah.”
“Yo”. The Ace replies.
“What’s up Kiddo, it’s eleven O'clock?”
“Yo Man.” The says. “Braveheart” got arrested again.”
“Good for Him.” I tell Ace. “What for this time?” I can’t help but ask.
“D.W.I.” Ace informs me.
“Shit.”
“Fuckin’ Braveheart!” Ace adds. “He’d fuck up a wet dream!”
“Shit.”
“Anyway, he needs you to go pick his ass up at the station and drive him home.” Ace says.
“Fuck That!” I exclaim. “I’m about to pass out, I’m not going anywhere.”
“Listen.” The responds in a conspiratorial tone. “I took Four pills of Extasy about twenty minutes ago, and I can feel myself slipping free from reality, let alone the constraints of polite society.”
“Shit!” Is all that I can say. “Where?”
“Berkeley, where else?”
“Shit”
“Yeah” Ace answers in a wavering voice. “What? Wait! Who the Fuck is This?” He cries. “Who told You to call Me?”
“You called Me asshole!” I shout.
“I couldn’t call Anybody on This phone.” The tells . “It’s made of Black Licorice!”
“Okay Ace.” I tell him. “Best go take a Good Long look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, and make sure that none of it rubbed off on your face.”
“Ahhhhhhh! I never even Thought of That!” He yells. “Gotta Go!”
With that the line goes dead.
..........A little less than Ten miles and a little more than forty five minutes later I stride purposefully into the empty lobby of the Berkley Township Police Department.
Other than Myself the place is empty, there’s a bulletin board with various flyers tacked to it haphazardly.
The only other ornamentation in the lobby are a pair of flags, one in each corner of the far side of the room.
One is the Stars and Bars and the other is blue with what I can only guess must be the Township Seal in it’s center.
Between them both is a mesh reinforced sliding glass window.
In the window sits the Desk Sergeant, his uniform is Impeccable.
He looks to be in his fifties, with a graying crew cut and short bushy salt and pepper mustache.
He sits, elbows leaning on the counter, looking intently straight down at a newspaper opened to the Sports Section on the countertop between the two of us as I walk up to the window.
I stand there for a long couple of moments before clearing my throat.
Without bothering to look up from his newspaper at me he says flatly.
“I sure hope that you’re here to Relieve us of Mr. Wallace’s company.”
“Yes Sir, I am.” I informed him. “I’m here for Mr. Willard Wallace.”
With a sigh the Desk Sergeant deliberately licks the ball of his thumb before turning the page of his newspaper.
He reads for a few minutes more before looking up at me indifferently with a look a world weary look in his eyes that said, “Partner, I’ve been working this beat since Christ was a , in that Time, I’ve seen Everything from a Diddle Eyed Joe to a Damned If I Know.”
Slowly without looking down he produces a clipboard from somewhere beneath the countertop.
“Sign here.” He says pointing with a stubby nicotine stained finger to a line with an X next to it all the way at the bottom of the form.
“And Here.” He continues flipping to a second form and pointing to the bottom of that one as well.
“Alright.” I say a bit to loudly. “That was Easy enough.” I finish with a nervous chuckle, trying to lighten the mood a bit, to no avail as I notice that his attention is once again draw down to last nights baseball scores.
“I’ll have an Officer bring him out.”
“Thank You Sir.” I say, standing there in an awkward silence for a couple more moments.
“You can go wait over there Cheech.” He says to me offhandedly with a nod of his head.
Silently I comply.
Twenty long minutes pass as I stand staring at the bulletin board pretending a little too hard to be absorbed in reading the public notices, wanted posters, attorneys business cards, and bail bondsman flyer.
Finally a door on the other side of the room opens and out stumbles Willy Wallace AKA “Braveheart” all 5’4” of him.
There’s a big Officer on either side of Willy.
He pinballs off of one Officer and into the other and then back as they walk him across the lobby to .
“Alright, Alright Already!” Willy slurs loudly. “Lemme ‘lone ya Fascist Motherfuckers!”
I wince.
I’m the only on who does.
“You want the Taser Again tough guy?” One of the big boys asks Willy, who promptly shuts his mouth, his Heart not all that Brave now.
“Braveheart!” I yell, arms wide.
Willy looks up, a smile forming as his eyes begin to focus.
“Braveheart!” One of the Officers laughs.
“That’s a Good One!” Chuckles the other Officer. “Don’t forget your Noble Steed!”
Turning to me he asks hoarsely, “Can we go?”
“Yeah, Let’s.” I agree, looking over at the Desk Sergeant, who’s now looking curiously over at the two of us as if we were standing there plotting his murder.
“I need to my ride back.” Braveheart slurs.
“You can’t Drive!” I try to reason with him. “Besides, it’s probably parked and locked up safe in some impound yard that won’t open ‘till tomorrow morning anyway.”
“No, those Bastards have it Here! Willy says adamantly, stumbling over to where the Desk Sergeant sits.
Willy slaps his hand down hard on the newspaper laying on the countertop between the two of them.
“Where’s my Fucking Ride?” He barks at the Desk Sergeant who continues reading unperturbed.
“Hey!” Willy says louder this time. “Where the Fuck is My scooter Barney Miller?” Continuing. “They taking turns riding it around the back lot?”
“Wait!” I ask aloud. “Scooter?”
“Yeah, An Electric Scooter.” The Desk Sergeant confirms while reading his paper.
“My Scooter!” Braveheart yells vehemently, spitting all over the meshed glass of the partition. “Bring it Around!”
“You got a D.W.I. on your Electric Scooter?!?!”
“He got a D.W.I. while driving up Main Street drunk as a lord, with a pack strapped to the back, and a bottle of wine between his legs.” The Desk Sergeant states producing a business from the void the countertop.
He slides it towards Billy who’s gripping the countertop in an attempt to not fall over.
Braveheart picks it up, holding it at several different distances before being able to read it.
“You had it Towed!”
“Yes indeed.”
“To an Impound Yard?” Willy shrieks.
“Yes indeed.”
“On a Friday night no less!”
“Yes indeed.”
“Wait a Second.” I interject. “You towed an Electric Scooter that you can literally fold up and carry?”
“Yes Indeed.” The Desk Sergeant replies, studying the Racing Form now. “ point Two pounds actually.” He confirms. “We had to have a Flatbed come to handle it.”
“A Flatbed!?!?”
“Yes Indeed.”
“But it fits in the trunk of Any car!” I reason. “As I said, you can Physically pick it Up!”
“It’s a Motorized Vehicle Sir.”
“Sweet Lucifer’s Halo!” I exclaim. “It’s a fucking Toy!”
“There’s a Motor on it Sir.” The Sergeant responds flatly. “Therefore it’s a Motor Vehicle.”
“You Wife’s Vibrator has a Motor on it too!” Braveheart suddenly screams from behind . “You wouldn’t Strap It on a fuckin’ Flatbed and Parade it through Town for Everyone to See though Would You?!?!”
The Desk Sergeants neck begins to turn crimson around his tight collar and a vein in his forehead begins to beat.
“I’m going to be done reading yesterday’s college basketball scores in about ninety seconds.” He continues. “When I’m done, I’m going to up.” He finishes. “When I Do, the Two of You had both better Be Gone.”
As Willard “Braveheart” Wallace opened his Big Dumb Pie Hole to Retort, I grab him firmly by the Scruff of his Neck.
With a firm squeeze and an uppercut to his right kidney and his mouth snaps shut and I managed to maneuver him out the glass station door.
I turn and back, the Desk Sergeant is still sitting there looking down his paper.
His right hand goes up and waves Good Riddance Too the Both of Us.
..........And that, My Sweet Sweet Lost Angels and My Decadently Depraved Devils is how I spent last Friday Night,.......Something is Always Popping around Here,........Let’s hope that Tonight, being Friday and All, lets Hope for a relatively Quite One,.........Until the Next Time,........My Faithful Flock,.........You know where I’ll be, Right Here, where You left Me,..........
Sinfully Yours, backpocket
President; The Sinners Club
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“HNW The Caped Crusader”
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Posted:May 29, 2019 10:26 am
Last Updated:Sep 5, 2019 4:59 am
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“Ever dance with the Devil in the pale moonlight?”
~ Jack Nicholson ~ “Batman” (1989)
..........Greetings and Salutations!........Happy HNW to All of the Disciples of My Wayward Flock,........After much Thought and Deliberation, I guess that it’s Time to just Come and Admit to the Truth,.........I Am Batman!..........
Sinfully Yours, backpocket
President; The Sinners Club
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“Is Every Girl Crazy For A Sharp Dressed Man?”
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Posted:May 27, 2019 3:06 pm
Last Updated:Jun 2, 2019 11:21 am
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“They come runnin’ just as fast as they can
‘Cause every girl crazy ‘bout a sharp dressed man.”
~ Z. Z. Top ~
..........Good Evening to all of You,........My Wayward Flock,........I Trust that Since I haven’t heard anything to the Contrary,........I’m going to make the assumption that We All got through it Unscathed?.........Since I Too am still Recovering from the Weekend still,.........So, Tonight I pose only One question to You,........My Devils and Demonesses,........Well, mostly to the Demonesses,........But Hey, guys, Please feel free to leave an Opinion too!.......So,.......Is it Really True what They day?........Do All the girls go Crazy for a Sharp Dressed Man?..........You Tell Me what You think,.......After All, that’s the Whole Point of this Travesty I loosely call a Blog!........
Sinfully Yours, backpocket13
President; The Sinners Club
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“Monday, Monday” No Rest For The Wicked!”
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Posted:May 27, 2019 5:02 am
Last Updated:Jun 20, 2019 4:42 am
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“”I don’t like Monday’s”
~ Bob Geldof ~
.........Greetings and Salutations, to All of You,.........My Wayward Flock,........Well, it’s Monday Again,........Great Satan’s Pitchfork!.........Let’s not even Dwell the Harsh Really of the Thing when Mr. Rodgers,........Who Also happens to be a High Priest in the Church of Satan from way back in the day has Already put it so succinctly,...........
Sinfully Yours, backpocket
President: The Sinners Club
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“The Sinners Club Sunday Morning Striptease”. Vol. 3
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Posted:May 26, 2019 7:41 am
Last Updated:Jun 2, 2019 11:25 am
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“Sinners Club HNW Outtakes, Early Edition”
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Posted:May 24, 2019 11:57 pm
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2020 2:25 am
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..........Greetings and Salutations!........I realize the Vast Majority of My Flock are either out Moanin’ in the Moonlight,........Or fast asleep in Your warm bed, and hopefully you’re Not alone,.........And while I Realize it’s almost 2: A.M. Eastern Standard Time,........And Yes I have to work Tomorrow Morning bright and early,........But none of really matters does it?.........The Ace bought a couple grams of Strong Stimulants,........And from the looks of things I’m going to be creeping around Blogville for Most of the Night,.......So when you wake up tomorrow and read the comments on Your Blog,.........Please excuse Me if I go off on a tangent makes absolutely No sense what so ever!........
..........For Now however the only thing I have ’s simple enough for my Currently Scattered Brain to explain is the pictures from the last two HNW’s didn’t make the Final Cut........I know it’s Not Really Enough to get You all Hot and Botheted,.........but Please bare with here,........Because at 2:45 on a Saturday morning, it’s the best I can Do!..........I’ll have something better tomorrow once the dawn comes up and I make it through work in one piece,.........Until them,........All of You, my Deviantly Twisted Devils, And My Sexually Insatiable Angels,........If you should happen to Need Me,........You know Right where to find Me,.........Right Here,........where You left Me,............
Sinfully Yours, backpocket
President: The Sinners Club
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“Weekly Work Bullshit! Thank Sweet Lucifer’s Halo It’s Over!”
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Posted:May 24, 2019 2:43 pm
Last Updated:Jun 4, 2019 3:24 pm
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“I say the world ain’t ready for a spirit like me!
I’ve never been so frustrated with humanity!
And I suppose that I’m the one who seems crazy!
But the world just ain’t ready for a spirit like me!”
~ The Interrupters ~
.........A very Greetings and Salutations,.......To All of You,.......My Sweet Fallen Angels and My Deviantly Debauched Devils,.......It’s Good to See you All here!.......Yes, it would seem We’ve All managed to make it through the Torturous Wasteland of a wicked, wicked Work Week!.......Now!.......It’s time to Celebrate!........As You my Faithful Readers, may have already Guessed!......
.......A new got in touch with me yesterday about possibly demolishing their Family Summer Bungalow. They said the were building a raised house, on the same spot. Just in case it ever floods here again. I agreed to meet the homeowner there last night so that I could see what all this job entails.
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..........In All Actuality, the Homeowner played it pretty Smartly. If you completely demolish your House you to put in for around $3500 in permits, New Construction, Plumbing and Electrical, Sewage, Water, along with at least two dozen more. They know whatever ones fail are going to not only fuck you ,......but they’ll also expensively hold everything else .
More Good Government Bullshit I Say!
...........If However, You leave least One load bearing wall standing, then Anything you build from there is considered an addition, which is subject to far less permits. Almost half as a matter of fact,.........At least seemed to be the Homeowners reasoning,........And Who could Blame Him?..........There ain’t Nothing Wrong with trying to save a little extra now is there!
.........Still in All, I can’t help feeling every time I it, it’s like the New House gave Birth to an shitty bungalow, or maybe Shitty bungalow grew a nice new house like a case of the String Warts!........Either Way,........ not Sure, and I honestly cant Tell,........And So,.......Until the Next Time, My Faithful Flock,.........Fear Not,......... Sure They’ll be Another post from before the Weekend is ,.......In the mean while,........If You should , I’ll be right Here, where you left !.............
Sinfully Yours, backpocket
President: The Sinners Club
Post Script; If there are No pictures to go with this post, please drop back later and with a little luck they’ll be back. You can Thank FuckBookHookups for little Snafu!
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“HNW Hats Off To The Crazies!”
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Posted:May 22, 2019 2:00 pm
Last Updated:Jul 23, 2019 7:17 am
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“I’d like to say hats off to the slash and burn architects,
They know exactly where despair and commerce intersect.”
~ Paint It Black ~ “Labor Day”
..........Greetings and Salutations!.........And a Happy Hump Day or HNW,........Whichever’s the handle You hang on It matters Little,........What does matter is that we’re Halfway through that Wicked, Wicked Work Week!........No looking back Now!.......We’re Past the Point of No Return,........Nothing left to do Now except Push On to the Weekend,........Everyone Ready?........Take a Deep Breath.........And Away We Go!..........
Sinfully Yours, backpocket
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“The Sinners Club Sunday Morning Striptease. Vol. 2”
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Posted:May 19, 2019 5:51 am
Last Updated:May 26, 2019 11:50 am
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“Tales of a Drunken Asshole.”
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Posted:May 18, 2019 2:43 pm
Last Updated:May 23, 2019 6:25 am
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*Photo of the Author in Atlantic City, N.J. Circa, 2001. What! Like there’s not a picture of You all Drunk and Fucked Up somewhere?
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“I feel bad for people who don’t drink, when they get up in the morning, that’s the best they feel all day.”
~ Dean Martin ~
............Greetings and Salutations!..........So good of You to Drop by!........Pull up a Chair and make yourselves Comfortable,.........I’m not Entirely sure if all of You, My Beloved Flock know this or not,.........Despite the Plethora of Controlled Dangerous Substances that I Choose to Ingest on a Fairly Regular basis for Fun as well as for Mind Expansion purposes,........Alcohol is Not one of them,.........I quit that Shit quite awhile ago,........Ahhhh, Demon Liquor I barely remember thee at all!........It’ll be Years come this July the th,........A Dry Decade!.......There was a Time,.......I don’t Mind telling You,....... That I Never thought I’d make it!.........I mean, It wasn’t that I Couldn’t handle my Liquor,........It was Quite the Contrary,.........I drank So Much that I Developed an Allergy to Alcohol!.........No Seriously, that’s the Truth, every time that I’d Drink, I’d Break in Handcuffs!.........Don’t get wrong, I was Never a Violent drunk or anything,........I was more of a Drunk,........I mean, I’m not that Bright to begin with, So I wouldn’t just Drink Myself ,......I Drank Myself Stupider,.......Yeah, and Believe ,........That didn’t take Much!........One thing I Can say in alcohol’s Defense, I have done some Pretty Shit while Completely Sober,........In all honestly, I don’t even Need alcohol to make Really Bad decisions, Hell, I’m pretty Astute That sober,........One problem I had when I used to Drink, was that I Always bought More booze than I needed,........I guess I figured better Safe than Sober,........Drinking Responsibly, for least, meant Not Spilling Any,........I Always had Mixed Drinks about Feelings,........And I always Wondered who this “Moderation” person was that people kept telling Me I should Drink With,........I was Never a Fall Down Drunk, but I Did pull a few Random Gravity Checks that’s for sure,........Once I got So Drunk I had to Grab onto the Grass to keep from Falling Off of the Earth,........I Swerved to miss a Tree once, only to Realize that it was the Air freshener hanging from My Mirror,.......I called a Taxi to drive me home once, only to Discover upon it’s Arrival that the Party was in fact at My own House,.......I used to be able to Start Fires with my Blood, and I once Broke a Breathalyzer by Looking at It,.......The drunker I’d get the Louder I’d Talk, I Always figured that that’s why they Measured alcohol by Volume,.......I got So Drunk once in a Five Hour flight home from Southern California with a Stewardess,........Sprawled Out in the Last Row of Seats, after She Inducted Me into the Mile Club I joined Her back her place in the Middle of Downtown Newark for another Five Day’s of Drunken Debauchery,.........Ahhhh Yes,.......Some of those “Good Old Days” actually Were Good as I recall!.......But Still, No More Strong Drink for This Sinner!.......Thanks for Dropping By long enough to Listen to me Ramble On for awhile,.......And Whatever You decide to Do this evening,.......Please don’t do it like I Would,........by Throwing Caution Straight Into the Fan,.......And If You’re going to Drink, Go See if you can find that “Moderation” Cat And Drink with Him,........Always Remember My Deviant Devils and Dirty Angels,........If You need Me, You know Where to Find Me,......I’ll be Right Here, where You left Me,..........
Sinfully Yours, backpocket
President: The Sinners Club
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