The Schmelter turned 17 today, but yesterday there was a surprise party. I mean like he was surprised but like it was seven or eight people hiding behind chairs with beach towels on them. Not very subtle. You because I can't leave my house without tripping over chairs with beach towels on them. We should have hid better. But we would all have to pee. It's a conundrum.
Pool Times. Noodle Fight. The Game. Broken Raft. Lousy Chicken. Hanging Around.
Two parties within one party. Clique much?
P-much.
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