You guys, sometimes my mom would let me drink booze before I was 21. Maybe she was festive as fuck. Or maybe she just didn’t really give a fuck. For good measure, let’s say it was a little of Column A and a little of Column B (though she didn’t celebrate Christmas or any “pagan” holidays, so that kind of eliminates Column A). But because I don’t want to…
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