Getting old isn’t easy. Back in my day, I threw a pretty epic theme party. Kids that were born in the 90s still know about the pastel party I threw for the fraternity. Even after I graduated, I’d have us touring the monuments in a limo dressed in all pink for a Quinceañera y diez, or I’d hire a belly dancer and have things get weird with sacrifices and body paint like at CW’s Nile River party. Nowadays things are a lot more tame. That said, I still need an outlet…
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