Has it been a year already?
On 6-6-66 I was little I didn't know shit
(in reality I wasn't born yet)
It has. Believe it or don't. One whole year since surgery

and on 7-7-77 eleven years later still don't know any better
(now, I'm alive and well and living in St. Paul)

by 8-8-88 it's way too late for me to change
(now, I'm a dangerous teenager)
And let's not forget about how much fun I'll have at Wendy and Joey's wedding. After all- I'll be dressed up in a barong and wearing a yarmulke! Pictures, of course, will be posted as soon as possible after that.
and by 9-9-99 I hope I'm sittin' on the back porch drinkin' red wine singin' Ohhhhhh French Fries with Pepper! Ohhhhh French Fries with
Pepper
(and here we are 6 years later)
Will I be sitting on the back porch, drinking red wine? Doubtful. I don't have a back porch, but I do have a nice amount of red wine at home. I do love the Trader Joe's. The question on my mind is whether or not I should cheat a little and sit on my front porch and drink some red wine? If I weren't supposed to go see 2 bands in 2 bars tonight, I'd be all over it.
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