Based on a conversation between friends involving lots of tasty wine
on Friday the 18th of September at 12.38am and some other stuff
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Two crocs and one cock
The fox is chewing the bike lock
Peachy sours and ultimate ghosting
This is now what the lads are doing
Giant broom and sad smiley faces
Glittery stickers on our glasses
Smashing cinsault by the Med
This is what the ginger boy said
It isn’t love until it passed
Where did I read that?
Fuck knows