No Nukes For You!

When I was 18 I was excited by the many possibilities the world offered. And, by possibilities, you understand that I mean boobs. At that tender age we could drive to Wisconsin for beer since having teenage drunks navigating the highways late at night seemed like such a good idea. So essentially, at 18, I was a beer loving horn dog. Who played bass. I wasn’t a complete drain on society. Anyway, I was, in many ways, a typical 18 year old kid. I had done well in high school,…

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