In a class all our own
Under the duress of guilt levied by my heterosexual life partner and best friend, Dave, I reluctantly attended our 15-year class reunion. Dave has been my right hand man since the tender age of 5 and in that time has agreed to go along with numerous harebrained hijinks, nonsensical schemes and (alleged) criminal enterprises that I have came up with.
I figured I owed Dave one. In actuality I probably owe him somewhere between several hundred to several thousand, but who’s counting?
Our longtime friend, Brad, joined us as we made our pilgrimage down old nostalgia lane. Brad is a doctor, just not the kind that can save a person having a heart attack. Nevertheless, when entering into the unknown realm of Planet Class Reunion, it is of the utmost importance to arrive with a man who can legitimately place the letters D and R in front of his name.
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