TeeArctic1 wrote:
Working the graveyard shift
more like havin' a big fat skeleton party.
when they're not lookin', i whip out the drinks and we get wasted for the night.
they return to their gravebeds and i tuck 'em in, and call it a night.
once i get home, i'll pass out on the couch right at the early morn'.
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imitates cute penguins, but is actually a spy.