Sweet 16 and a great summer job. Sun, women, and plenty of fun. My first year at Wild Waves basically consisted of waking up, getting ready for work, going to work, working, aka cracking jokes all day while trying to get a pretty girl’s phone number, hanging out in the parking lot after work while trying to decide whose parents were out-of-town so we could throw a party at, party into the dead of the night, wake-up and repeat. 352 more words
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Papa Sun expired — but reborn each dawn — god, who dreams this stuff up?
Have you ever watched the fireball merge then emerge from solstice clouds? 286 more words