Back in 1987, I went to my girlfriend's senior prom with her... she was a year behind me, I had already graduated from the same school... I wore a kilt done up brown, with PC and fly plaid and ever'thin'. She wore a nicely tailored lady's tuxedo.
Our vice-principle dragged us off the dance floor, and told us that we were making a mockery of a fine old institution, and told me that I was the most arrogant SOB he'd ever met. It made me glad he no longer had the power to give me detention.
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