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When did a good majority of my friends become fixated on hanging is Scottsdale every damn weekend?!
I remember the good ol' days when having fun didn't mean paying a ten dollar cover, wearing bro gear, waiting in hour long lines to get in, and buying girls eleven dollar drinks to get them to have a conversation with you.
I remember the good ol' days when having fun didn't mean paying a ten dollar cover, wearing bro gear, waiting in hour long lines to get in, and buying girls eleven dollar drinks to get them to have a conversation with you.