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Mischief In the Fifties

Wads of Bazooka Joe under my seat cigarette smoke in the john Butting in line for some 'mystery meat' giggling at boys with a 'hard-on' This was the kind of mischief we made ~ before handguns replaced baseball card trades

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Date: 9/19/2022 12:35:00 PM
Yep...sounds very familiar, gw. "Those were the days, my friend, we thought they'd never end." But, alas, they did!
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 9/19/2022 7:35:00 PM
Well, those days still here with me - in photographs and poetry! :) gw
Date: 9/19/2022 11:59:00 AM
Lol Gershon you never know what your going to get when you open a box of chocolates: Forest Gump your no different my friend lol...
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 9/19/2022 7:33:00 PM
My favorite was thumbtacks on the teacher's chair. Ouch!

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