As he clung desperately to the edge of the

As he clung desperately to the edge of the cliff, he wondered how he got there. It must have been when
he drank all that wine at Sally's party. What was he thinking? Sally came up to him last night and
asked him to hold her drink while she went to the bathroom. That's when the night got a little blurry, when she returned
she could barely stand up. Luckily someone had slipped some speed into her drink, so she quickly
ran to the far side of the bar, fed 3 crisp new five dollar bills into the juke box, and played YMCA on repeat. Suddenly
I was dressed in a ridiculously colorful Indian headress and ass-less chaps. When the door to the bar opened, in walked
my future mother-in-law. The shocked look on her face was a marked contrast to her
pocket Chihuahuas'. There's Nothing like a funny little dog stuck in a purse to make you think, "will this be me in 20 years?"
I really hope not, I'm more of a Lab guy, and not in the beakers and Bunsen burner sense. That reminds me, this one time
at Band Camp.....

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