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ugh....no mas reunions for me.
10 years....same folks just with a few more lbs and a little less hair...and alot more kids. ended up very hammered. mui boracho e loco. at least I found out why the girl punked me for ditch day. guess finding out she was pregnant the day before sorta took the fun out of it for her. go figure
20....yikes! bad face lifts and dye jobs, sagging wrinkly folks trying to act 18 again. alot of obviously rented cars for folks wanting to look more successful than they were. except for Ron...who didnt look to have aged 30 seconds...probably the incredibly high THC content in his system.
more boracho, not quite so loco. hangover like I'd been hit by a bus
25.....skipped it. hated thinking I look as bad as the rest of those folk did at 20. (along with other reasons for not attending)
30? heh...not even at gunpoint.
only celebrity we knew of from our class was a convicted cop killer now serving multiple life sentences. too bad, always seemed like a nice guy.
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