it's official. i am the last one of my grade school friends (that i have kept in decent touch with) to turn twenty-one. i really hope my dearest monica had to wear the banana suit we discussed during her drunken escapades tonight. i can tell by the slur on the telephone that the liquor was flowing and the good times were rolling
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the pirate party was practically perfect in every possible way.
t-minus six days until you can soak yourself in a huge vat of arbor mist!
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