All I remember is they had a big jar with a keg beside it. You dropped a nickle in the jar and poured yourself a beer. Great times, at a small town Iowa bar. In fact, the bar was right across the street from my parents Grocery Store. Fish, I and a few friends used go into the store after the bar closed, and play poker.
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You better be careful JW! Magic Johnson opened up a mega theatre complex and mall where the Cap Centre used to be. PG County is now the richest Black County in the world! And if you a coming to PG brother, you better bring it strong, especially on the hardwood or the asphalt - or you will be dismissed !Judge Wapner said:
For me it was And I Got High, Method Man. If I was not truant, suspended or just totally wasted, it was a weekend. I had already joined the Navy, my junoir year, and school anything, song, class government, and especially gay clubs were for geeks and wimps. What a collosal waste of time.
My senoir year I was carrying a B+ in advanced Algebra. Algebra II or something. If I kicked butt on the final I could bring it up to an A. I partied the entire week, sat down for the final, wrote my name on it, looked over at my hoodlum friend and laughed. We both got up and walked out, with zeros. Dropped my grade to a low C. To this day we laugh at that one.
Thank God my kids are nothing like me in that aspect.
Best Wishes...OF
My senoir year I was carrying a B+ in advanced Algebra. Algebra II or something. If I kicked butt on the final I could bring it up to an A. I partied the entire week, sat down for the final, wrote my name on it, looked over at my hoodlum friend and laughed. We both got up and walked out, with zeros. Dropped my grade to a low C. To this day we laugh at that one.
Thank God my kids are nothing like me in that aspect.
Best Wishes...OF
