I love it when you THINK 14 wipes is enough to get your ass sparkling clean.



And then, after you put your waders on, you find out you should have gone to 20.
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She was standin' alone over by the juke box, like she'd something to sell.
I said "baby, what's the goin' price?" She told me to go to hell.

Bon Scott - Shot Down in Flames