It's been a while.
I attended a family wedding reception held at this legion hall circa 1974. I think.
My cousin, a few years older than myself, kept handing me screwdrivers, which, I was stupid enough to keep swallowing. Everything was fine until the ride back to grandma's house wherein the projectile-votiming commenced. My uncle was so completely angered, he threatened to end my life. I was so sick, I would have been good with that.
So they dragged me home, I went to bed (friday night) and woke up on sunday morning. Leo, the kitchen manager at Percy Brown's was none too pleased with the condition I was in.
Oh well, live and learn, I suppose.
Anyway, I'll be there.
And, no, I won't be accepting any screwdrivers.
NONE!
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