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Quis custodiet the custard?
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//You would wear your best blue tux//
Damn, man - how many tuxedos did you have when you were in Jr. High? |
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If they play "Color my World" and I can wear stick-on acne and even doofier clothes than I wear now and buy fake pot and drink Hiram Walker blackberry brandy till I puke I will see you there. Maybe. |
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//The real excitement would occur when you had to kill time during the guitar solos//
We didn't have any fancy-schmancy geetar solos back in my day. But we did have a basketball court, where most of the guys spent their time shooting baskets during the whatchamacallem 7/8th grade banquet dance thingie. Why? It seemed there were more chaperones than there were girls, monitoring our every nuance, so we said "Hell with it - if I'm going to be stared at all night, you can watch me make this basket." |
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