Last night I drove home for a small gathering at Drew's. I brought the usual suspects along for the ride...Mr. Skyy Vodka and Mr. Diet Chaser. When I got there, Justin was shooting a gun in the backyard and James was packing a bowl that smelled like TRIX cereal. We passed the pipe around the fire recalling such teenage traumas as headgear and
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