The prestige of being with a hot chick only last so long when
you wake up every Saturday and Sunday feeling miserable. I’m at my wits end, I can’t take the mental
and physical abuse anymore. I understand
getting hung over is apart of the game, but not like this. My last girl did the same thing, she did the
job at night but in the morning I felt like I was hit by a bus. It was tough to say good bye to Four Loko and
it’s not going to be any easier to say good bye to Platinum. Usually I would use the line “It’s not you,
it’s me” but that would be lying. As my
boy Drake says –Time Heals All. We had a
good run Platinum but I’m going back to my bottom bitch because she’s always by
my side and never did me wrong. If you
need me I’ll be on that train, The COORS LIGHT train!
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