I hated beer when I was young. My mother used to have these pool parties when I was younger, about 12 or 13, and she would buy a couple of cases of light american beer shit that sucked. There would always be leftover beer in the cooler the next day. There was this one day, while my mother was still sleeping it off, our neighbor who was just a little younger than us, came over and we snuck a bunch of cans out into the pool area. Then, we made a tent and shook the cans. We had a knife and we punctured the sides of the cans and chugged... well, my brother and my neighbor did. I couldn't stand the taste of the shit.
It wasn't until years later that I found good beer tastes good, and that cheap american beer is like making love in a canoe.
Okay, not near as nice a memory of getting flashed by this chick when I was fifteen. Really big and round with the perfect nipples... is that illegal to write a memory of underage nipples? I mean, i was underage too. For that fact, if I come across pics from when I took picks of my 16yr old GF when I was 17... is that? Oh, never mind.
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