Visions of Violence2007

Dave:
What, what was the f***in' ah, Miss 'ol' blue eyes' doin' sittin' on your f***in' lap?

Chris:
She was just sittin' there, that's it.

Dave:
What the f***... sitting there? She had her f***in' neck, I mean she had her f***in' mouth all over your neck...

Chris:
Nah, nah, nah...

Dave:
Aw...

Chris:
No, no, no. She...

Dave:
No, her head was down on your neck and her f***in' mouth was moving around.

Chris:
She... she got tired, sits down on my lap, and she was just talkin' to me.

Dave:
I wasn't that drunk yet, just to let you know.

Chris:
So, then she sits down and she's just talkin'...

Dave:
Am I taking this exit?

Chris:
Yeah, she's talking and we were just hanging out.

Dave:
Yeah, she's talkin' what? what? through her mouth... through your neck?