“Come at me,” he barked to the object of his unreciprocated affections.

How Wile E. Coyote III ended up on academic probation.

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One Response to “Come at me,” he barked to the object of his unreciprocated affections.

  1. “And the lights got dimmer and began to flicker
    Then they broke out the party liquor
    This shit gets crazier with every passing hour
    I should slow down, but I don’t seem to have the power
    I’m mixing everything including grape and grain
    I’m thinkin’ thoughts that I should never entertain
    Then the loud mouths lose it, and they began to bicker
    Over who holds their party liquor
    And we all find out just who can get sicker quicker
    When they break out the party liquor
    While the trash piles higher, and the floor gets slicker
    ‘Cause they spill so much party liquor”

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