Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Formula, Cola, Dollar Draft
As a young buck who spent his share of hours in the back of a pick-up stacking bales of hay, I think the most physically dead-on lyric I can think of may be
"a tailgate banging like an airplane wing."
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