Yeah, if you sucked in high school. Just
straight innacurate.
Reunited at last. Theres nothing like it. Not knocking my college friends because they're my boys too, but there's something different about the guys you grew up with. They were on your little league team, they were at your house all summer when your hot neighbor got a pool (everyone has a Wendy Peffercorn) and they were there until you went to different schools after you're senior summer. Obviously summers are a little different than the Peffercorn peeping days because everyones got jobs/internships/etc but there is literally nothing like spending a sunny day with you're hometown bros. Always a prime day. Deciding where/what to do is like Brigham Young choosing his favorite wife, there are just way too many choices, so many old spots to hit up. And fittingly after mothers day, old friends' moms are always so happy to see you and be updated on your life while they make you iced tea and pizza rolls (moms get me) And swapping crazy stories will literally never get old.
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