The song “Wooly Bully” is being played too loud in the smoky bar. She’s grinding against me, hips swaying to the beat.
“Wanna go home?” her breath reeks of beer and cigarettes.
I think it over. “Sure,” I reply. Being with someone you don’t like is better than being alone.
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My friends and I have often had the debate on whether it is fiddy or fitty. I always pictured it fitty. But first time I ever saw it in print was at a fairly nice restaurant where on the specialty drink menu way at the bottom was
40oz Schlitz Malt Liqour - Fi-fiddy.
The manager overheard us disscussing it and laughing and made sure to point out that it came in it's own very special container. A brown paper bag.
Of course, we got one.
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