When I was 5ish we lived behind a frat house in Idaho. Good times. I think that is when I first starting hanging out with frat boys.
They used to hang out in the backyard, barbecuing and playing football. They used to give me cookies and let me play too. It was great.
Strangely my most vivid memory of living behind the frat house was when we were leaving the detached garage and I found the most fascinating thing I have ever seen. A HUGE frozen pool of vomit.
My mother, was significantly less fascinated and we moved shortly there after.
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