Looks like you got some beer on my shirt. 
Who knew that hours before you turned 21 I would be buying Jeff Good deodrant at Dominick's in Illinois? Or that later that night I would be threatening to break Buck's nose? Or that Allison would be talking about egg dispersion (aka ovulating) with Al Good? Or that while eating handfuls of peanuts you would tell your dad that you want some penis? At least you were fortunate enough to have to work on your birthday in Cassapolis, Michigan- effin' Cormac.
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