cousins sit on each other's laps, right?
while partying in parking lots, right?
and sun their blindingly white thighs, right?
abs of f'ing steel on the left there.
grown up cousins hold hands, right?
with beer, of course.
and of course the band.
the lincoln boys band.
p.s. boys are weird; weird face-licking, nose-picking mother f'ing weirdos.