I went to my 20th, all the guys looked like used car salesmen--for a Mercedes dealer. I wore a deerskin vest from a deer that I shot, and a Hawaiian shirt, found that the kid next door that used to beat up on me regularly turned into a full blown hippie. He had some killer weed. Never went to another. No ex girlfriends there, I was the youngest kid in class-no girl would date the chubby wiseass geek.

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