Dusty bar Stories

I was sittin’ by myself in a dusty little bar,Halfway ‘tween the jukebox and my broke-down car.A 20-something brunette was a drinkin’ all aloneWhen in walked Blondie and my dick turned to bone.Blondie was a looker, dressed up real fine;Brownie wore glasses, was about twenty-nine.Blondie’d been around the block a time or two;Brownie wore a heart-shaped red tattoo.Here I was a settin’ all confused upon a fence-Should I choo...