The youth of today. You never know what they’ll think of next. Tide pod ingestion, the cinnamon challenge, butt chugging…. if it’s stupid and dangerous? They’re bound to try it.
(What’s that you say? You’re not familiar with butt chugging? Think anal alcohol enema).
I suppose it shouldn’t surprise me this weird AF generation came up with another one. But damn it, I’m surprised.
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Yes boys and girls, there’s a new cocktail on the bar and you might have the fixings right in your back pocket.
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Color me naive, but I didn’t even know strawberry condoms existed before reading this.
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I don’t know about you, but I can honestly say I’ve never been that desperate for a cocktail.
Because we were chatting a while back about the ridiculous old station wagons we had to drive as teenagers. Here’s my husband and I posing in front of my parent’s ‘62 Ford Falcon.
Complete with wood on the side… because we stylin’.
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If you look closely you’ll see the entire passenger side is crumpled from me side swiping a telephone pole when I was 16.
Oops.
This baby had a top speed of 51mph by the time I got her…. complete with vacuum wipers, a manual choke, and AM radio. I was the envy of exactly (count ‘em) none of my friends.
Please don’t judge the head to toe stone washed denim… it was the late 80’s. We had to.
Success was hard won, but after another full of month of fruitless used car shopping, we finally found one for our niece.
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A 2012 Subaru Impreza hatchback which cost a lot more money than I planned on spending for a 19 year old’s first car…. but welcome to pandemic era shopping.
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The economy is iffy and people aren’t buying new, which means they aren’t trading old, which means a complete lack of decent inventory on the lots. The pickings are extremely slim in Maine and unless you’re willing to spend $11,000 plus (I wasn’t) or buy something with 225,000 miles (also a no) good frickin’ luck.
Thankfully the dealership where she fell in love with this one allowed us to drive it an hour away to have our trusty mechanics/old friends give it a thorough once over.
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They found a few minor things it needed, while this fellow looked on…
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Hey, our friends run a high class garage…. and can apparently fix anything. Including the tin man.
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Okay, as evidenced by their Hooter calendar…. maybe not that high class.
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But they’re experienced and kind enough to examine the car for free, so I’ll excuse a few scantily clad bimbos.
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The car won their seal of approval… after telling us it needed new tires… and our niece let out an audible sigh of relief.
Time to celebrate.
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At the closest restaurant to the dealership while they got the paperwork together.
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Cheers to a young girl’s first car!
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And a hearty home style lunch. Corn and bacon chowder with a hot turkey sandwich for me. That damn thing was so big I ate off it for 3 days.
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Signing her own paperwork. With a man who needs serious instruction on mask protocol.
Big smiles and key in hand.
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A final hug for the best aunt and uncle on earth.
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A thumbs up behind the wheel…. and off she went back to college.
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