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no pics... but when I was in high school I drank a 12 pack and two of my friends drove me in my car (with me in the back, drinking more in addition to the 12 pack) to Nevada, from southern california. Well we drove straight past the strip to some fireworks store... I could barely even walk at that point. I blew about $150 on fireworks, went back to the car and waited for my friends.
One of them bought a mortar. I just had to have one, so I stumbled back inside and put another $200 on my dad's credit card. drove all the way back to southern california - got back about 2 hours before football practice the next day, where I puked my brains out.
Dad found out a few days later and I was completely fucked!
Similar thing happened a few months later, but it was mexico instead...... but thats a whole different story.
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