High School Reunion!

My [unnamed and overly sensitive] friend and I brought out the arrow gear to represent WHS at a High School themed party the other night. We weren't that cool in High School. We still aren't. We lettered in Academics. Enough said.

The party was fun but dramatic. All of the High School was there. The quarterback of the football team was two timing the valedictorian and the star of the women's basketball team, and they found out. Shit hit the fan. I drank dirty shirley's all night and watched it all unfold. Then we went and danced at that bar, you know the one. On the way home, we made baby foot prints with our fists in the frost of the backseat windows. I hadn't done that in years.

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