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"I was out in L.A. a weekend or two ago at some party. My bandana was pink, the bar was open and the majority of the people there were celebrating the homeowners son's 19th Birthday. It should have been a good time, but it wasn't, and the worse part was that we'd foolishly made the one guy who wanted to hook up with the Birthday boy's mother, drive. Needless to say we weren't going anywhere." |