to tell the full and honest truth, dave was that kid, if all the kids in farmington are to be believed. apparently he was the only kid with his own tap and *ahem* reliable supplier of dubious distinction.
nope. put himself in rehab in 1987 to avoid DEATH. not good times towards the end there. then he started smoking pot again, was perfectly happy, but then he got some laced pot and had a panic attack that lasted 6 months and put him in therapy. he can't even touch the stuff now. now he just parties with me and close friends. still, we party pretty fucking good and goofy. whoa.
we'll teach you the words to Lord Bless Charley Mops. it's awesome. the kids totally sleep through our noise now. it's how we can have sex. be destroy their eardrums with caterwauling and poorly played music until they pass out. and then we continue the caterwauling in an entirely different room.
Every Time! SHAAAWING!!!!!! I only threw one party while in high school, and I didn't even try to throw that one. My parents were gone for the weekend, and I told 5 or 6 of my buds to come over and we'll have a major smoke-out. Well I got to talking to a couple of said friends, and we decided to invite a few girls, and make it a "get together." I think I told a total of 15 people to come over...........Next thing I know there's over 100 people at my house giving me free herb and booze. I never ended up touching the stash I bought for the party, because everytime I turned around someone else was offering me something. I didn't know half of the people there, but it was a hell of a party. We lived out in bum fukt egypt so there was plenty of room, but EVERYTHING was trashed the next day. It may have not been of the badass Aussie kids caliber, but I felt pretty hardcore the whole next week at school.