Campfire Singalong Songs

A Ray of Hope

I hope to once again lick cheezie dust off my fingers without the fear of dying. I hope to hear a bartender ask, “Will that be shaken or stirred?” I…

Romancing The Bone

Harlequin romance introduced us to throbbing members, heaving bosoms, and honey pots. The formula was copy and paste, but we weren't skimming pages looking for a plot. With 6.2 billion…

Risky Business

When we were young, safety standards were a fuck of a lot lower than the heightened protocols of today. In lieu of a seat belt, Mom would slingshot her arm…

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