Here I stand, all full of beerThe night is young, and friends are near
Some things, we do forget
But not tonight, No Regrets!
I see the crowd, sway like an Ocean
I strut my stuff and walk in slow motion
15 minutes until last call
I Find a girl and give it my all
Slurring my words as they barely come out
I took her home only to pass out
Hope you enjoyed that poem. I didn't really know what to write. These are just photos of the Men's Washroom at Zaphods. I hear some pretty weird conversations in there sometimes.
