I’ve already told you about
Corrugated Fun, so now it’s time to honor the B-Bar.
High school in the Eighties wasn’t like nowadays. Mom gave you five bucks for your school lunch and you bought whatever you wanted. And your options weren’t exactly crudites and chia seeds.
Me, I’m a self-made man; every day, I’d spend all my lunch money on two or
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