I went to an Old School party on Saturday that ended up in chaos ranging from adolescent flirting, drunkenness of the kind not seen since before the age of 21, black outs and a contest displayed my skills at their finest. The ambiguously themed party had drinks from childhood and packed lunches to take home with us as goody bags. Our hostess, before she ended up fetal and asleep, donned a hairnet and the DJ entertained every vintage musical notion that popped in anyone’s head.
Midway through the festivities we have a Bubble Blowing Content where we each had a few moments two chew two pieces of Bubble Yum bubblegum and prepare our cheeks and mouths for champion bubbles. In truth, this was an unfair competition since I regularly chew Hubba Bubba® bubblegum and am an avoid bubble blower. In fact, I offered to save out hostess some gum and chew my own but this was seen as a nasty tactic to scare off my opponents.
Apparently it worked, and dirty jokes ensued as I blew a bubble the size of my head.
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