Bottle Dance

Quick one before she wakes up. Gentleman make your women laugh when they are sad no matter how much of your pride and rum you must risk. She was having, mother of all, bad days none of your damn business what, but she was so sad a back scratch was not cutting it. Bit the bullet and put on her favorite movie. All three hours of Fiddler on the Roof. Still not cutting it. To make her smile I put a hat on, bottle of rum on my head, and frankly nailed this dance drunk as fuck when it came up, just to make her laugh.  Didn’t drop bottle once, I rock.  Spoil your woman and pets. Only way to treat them.

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