When we were teenagers...we were going to this party...you know, the ones where noone really knows the address or directions....just the general neighborhood...ya just ride around until ya see a bunch of cars. Any way find the house with a load of cars, door's open, don't ring the bell, go in, and find....a bunch of
FORTY year olds....
wrong party. They thought it was pretty dang funny and told us if we didn't find the right one...to come on back and join 'em
