Below is a random post from a site I never knew existed before just... now...
i was raving my face off and had pink fuzzy pants with a my little pony iron-on the size of my dad's texas belt buckle, and you had blue hair and a flashing visor with rainbow colors exploding from the skies!
we bumped glowsticks and you smiled, then i ran to the bathroom and horked.
call me!
Ah, yes. The raver dating scene, something to truly behold. I can see them together holding hands, sucking on their pacifiers as they wait in line to share a slice of pizza at Sbarro. How I fear for the future of this country...
3 comments:
Ah, Sornie ... Stop being such an old fogie.
Next thing, you'll be grumbling about how they won't stay off your lawn.
I'd try the rave scene at least a few times if i was of the age. Fortunately for me they only became popular right after i graduated from HS.
Brendan,
If you only knew... I'm actually a curmudgeon trapped in a 27 year old's body. Get off my lawn is only the start.
Sassy,
I don't know if I could still handle the repetitive thumping of electronic "music" but at one time I used to be a huge fan of that type of music but not much of a rave scene in rural Minnesota so I'll never know if I would have liked it or not.
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