I'm half-naked, totally liquored up on strawberry vodka, and BELTING out "Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin'" by Journey at the top of my lungs over and over and over SO loud that I'm sure my neighbours are muttering death threats and cursing the shit out of me, and just whipping my hair around in care-free hair-a-copters.
Ah. Right now feels pretty good. Steve Perry and strawberry vodka flush all my worries down the drain.
Get off the tracks, my Saturday night party train is gaining speed...
Have loads of fun,
Love,
Me and Steve Perry
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