Remains of a Party

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On The Edge of Common Sense

We all have great memories of ‘the best party’. I had a party. It lasted 48 hours. I lost my socks, my dignity, two days of my life, six ping-pong balls and four pounds. I broke my G-string, achieved a new “personal best” and learned to dog paddle in a bathtub full of beer. The occasion for this allout, climb the walls, cowboy shindig was in celebration of my new book. The party honored the…

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