...Not the kind of wheel you fall asleep at...


Saturday morning, sometime past 1 am: E's in the middle of the street on his hands and knees. The rest of us are standing around, some of us bouncing from foot to foot with pent up energy. Others howling and shouting with excitement. My brother clearly is more of a deviant bastard than I'd realized--he'd placed two award-winning dares in the Truth or Dare Jenga bowl. One required the recipient to drink a punch-glass full of toilet water--luckily no one drew this one. The other required the recipient to go out in the middle of my street and lick the pavement. We hollered some more as E bent over and stuck out his tongue and then drew it slowly along the rough pavement. Folks across the street a few houses down clearly got caught up in the spectacle as well, hollering and cheering right along with us.

All in all, I'd say it was a successful party.

And if not, at least we got to see E lick the nasty-ass, steel-meel coated pavement. Hee hee.



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