Teenage PartiesAh, the heady days when catering consisted of a crate of lager and some vodka illicitly extracted by whoever looked oldest, decoration consisted of removing any breakable furniture and the morning after was just the morning and not the rest of the week.
Tell us who you snogged, where you threw up and who just would not leave.
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chthonic, Thu 13 Apr 2006, 10:20)
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I'm in for a secondI was in university but my sister was still in high school. She was probably 16, and had started hanging out with our city's most A-list punks. I called them the Punk Royal Family because most of them were too stuck up to talk to anyone else.
Our parents were away in Europe for a few weeks, so my sister decided to have a party in our nice, two-storey, upper-middle-class neighbourhood house, with bands playing in the basement. Enter some of the city's spikiest, dirtiest, disobedient young punk kids.
One of the guys found a car unlocked down the street, and peed inside it. I later found out he was straight-edge, and thus stone-cold sober when he did that. So really he has no excuse for doing something like that.
We had six police cars show up at the party, probably a city record. Since then I always judge a party using the police car system.
"How was the party last night?"
"Oh, I'd say it was about two police cars until 11 when Dustin got his knob out, and then it was four police cars.
(, Thu 20 Apr 2006, 10:20, Reply)
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