I’ve got a $20 bill that says you're up late night starting fist fights versus fences in your backyard and wearing your black eye like a badge of honor.
I've got a twenty-dollar bill that says you're up late night starting fist fights versus fences in your backyard and wearing your black eye like a badge of honor.
There's just a few things I think that you should know. Those words at best were worse than teenage poetry. Fragment ideas, too many pronouns. Stop it, come on. You're not making any sense now.
