I went to a fortune tellerthat predicted the futureby reading waterwhen I asked herabout my love lifeshe put some ice into a glassdrowned it in scotch..
I feel likesome yard salestripperremovingmemoriespiece by piecetill the pastand myregretsare goneand allI haveis a pileof one dollarbillsto tipthe bar..
I went on a blind datewith a little italian girlwho barely touchedthe salad on her plateindicating to methat the date was going wellshe tucked her hai..