You were going to wear a wig
And I was going to be the unreadable CHP supervisor
But it turned out that just the two of us showed up
And I fumbled the prepared lines
And your wig reminded us of an old friend
We ended up watching television
But we didn't kill anyone
And we didn't start a regional conflict
And we didn't establish a refugee camp
Unable to meet the needs of the influx of refugees
We should always be suspicious of scripted orgasms. Sex on the beach, hell yeah!
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