After getting rejected by my HS crush after asking her 7 times, only to never receive a true answer, then going on to the girl who said yes, only to be whisked away to Los Angeles the day before prom to go to fashion school, I wish at the time I had the balls and intuition to pull off a stunt like this. That said, nothing beat sitting outside the whole night drinking bourbon from a hip flask and chain-smoking cigarettes with my best friend, looking like a champ in my Tux and Chucks.
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<+fenikz> "**** the Police, ride my fischstache bitches"
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