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We're having Such Fun

6 March 1981
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On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

I am an asshole who's too nice for their own good. Figure that one out for yourself. You can't read my crap if you're not on my friend's list anyway. I'm not racist, not too political, and I don't like bullshit. But if you have a good sense of humor and aren't horribly stupid then welcome.