Counting Cr-ho-ws

last night we went out

to listen to Counting Crows.

This chick spilled her beer.



My pants smelled of wheat.

My sandals were quite squishy.

She apologized..



The Crows kept singing.

This stupid broad kept drinking,

and fell over our chairs.



She stumbled blindly,

holding on to this lady,

down another row.



Before they were done,

she found a posit-i-on

passed out in her chair.

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