This one is fine. it has boobs, whiskey, cigarettes, skynard solos in your firebird with the top down doin around 60mph with your party in the back blowin in the wind like bob dylan sang a song with the tamborine man who was selling blow but got stuck in the middle with you down on maggies farm, and maggie's dad is columbian and he doesnt like gringo's who appreciate coccaine deals gone wrong, especially gringo's who like clevage, distilled spirits, carcinogens and rock n roll done cheap. Your dead white boy, on second thought, get the fuck up outta here and take a spaceship to ginkworld.
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