Boobs, Beer and Piano

Boobs, Beer & Piano 

Earlier in the year I was feeling bummed out. Progress was there but money was on a snails pace. My mother was on my case and I couldn't do anything about it because I was still living at her place. Like your peers are ahead and you aren't even running the race. What she didn't see is that I was still building a base. I am doing this alone, I have no connections. You are mistaken, you need to do your corrections. I am driving straight to the top and I have the directions. Making babies is easy all I need is an errection. My so call friends think they are better than me. Thinking because they bought beer they birthed me. So I got water and stayed in the social environment. I exist besides you not because of you. Money was at the root of my problems and so I was depressed. My friend came up to me and wanted to know why I was so depressed. It wasn't something I could explain or something I wanted to talk about. She left it at that and went out to buy some beer. When she returned, she asked me if I wanted to squeeze her boobs and I replied in the affirmative. Then we drank beer and listened to some music. It was a clean job, I was good as new and all it took was just boobs, beer and piano. She's a phenomenal girl!