Back in my small college town, the club/bar "small downtown" scene was a hoot
. I had moved off campus in a house several miles away. So I was leaving after the packed bar closed (must've rode down with a housemate), drunk, and began walking home down 10th Street...big ol' old caddy with two local guys (not students) offered me a ride...so I hopped in...really cool music playing....'bout a mile down the road, there was another drunk as a skunk housemate walking...hey that's Tim...they picked him up too
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Then there was the ride home one night in a pickup with a young guy driving....bout half way home he asked if I wanted a BJ....umm no
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Not that there's anything wrong with that
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