As friday arrives, we all realize
It is time to black out.We may shout, we may pout
But we all know that there is no doubt.
The red haired heathen from next door,
will definitely be laying on the floor.
His birthday party, yes indeed,
DJ Jello is not what we need.
Zola will be out of the house once again,
Hopefully he will gain his redemption.
He wants a cuddle buddy, to put it in his muddy
Spot between his legs. It maybe be one of box's pegs.
Tomorrow will be yet another day,
Drinking games we will play.
Cases races are so much fun,
We are so sloppy when we are done.
Partying again tomorrow night,
Hopefully there will be no fights.
Sunday will then be here too quick,
The hand on the clock continues to tick
Real life is a bunch of shit, no matter what we do we won't quit.
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