There is no Odyssey. There's no Penelope, just maids and suitors. Take this gun from me. Let all the angels see, this intoxicated, barely breathing debauchery.
No, there is no Odyssey. There's no Penelope, just maids and suitors. Take this gun from me. Let all the angels see, this intoxicated, barely breathing debauchery.
And they all came marching in with the mass artillery, and they won't consider thee. You're nothing but a cocktail hour with an open bar and the dance floor is begging for your feet. And the maids all ruminate. Your intentions dissipate. 12 rounds for 12 shots at the bar... you just had to take.