Growing Up, Moving On #54: Morning After

So you wave goodbye to your family and put on a different shirt (or dress) and head back for an evening of drunken debauchery.

Everybody drinks hard – it’s the last time you can blame your indescretions on being a student. You see the familar faces again and stand around chatting with alcholic beverages in your hand.

At this time, I have no idea what happens next. I was abducted by a nurse and held cock-hostage on the dancefloor.

There is an epilogue to this story, however. And as soon as I can find a funny way to tell the story, I’ll draw it.

Normal service resumes next week. Badger Jack for a Jack Day.

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