I’m the kind of guy whores tell their life story when I give them a ride from one motel to another.
I’m the kind of guy drunk girls fall in love with for forty-five minutes in the middle of the night.
I’m the kind of guy who knows where to party until the sun comes up.
I’m the kind of guy no girl wants to marry. I’m the kind of guy who dies like a dog, alone.
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