Their parties' are always AWESOME until a girl gets wasted and begins to cry hysterically or until a boy gets inebriated and becomes a comatose dead weight. At that point of the evening, I know it's time to leave.
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"And when you're dancing and laughing and finally living; hear my voice in your head and think of me kindly."
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