A night out when I was a kid was a milkshake and movie. Just a few years later, it was a line of horse tranquilizer, a gorilla called Steve and a fag hag dressed like Carmen Miranda. Now, it’s the finals of the Shady-Pines Macrame Championships and a glass of warm milk with cinnamon.
Somebody kill me.
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