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I stopped going to my boy's corp events years ago but I remember the last one I attended (in Turks, try to have fun with people who are basically ruling a modern Rhodesia and find that state of affairs peachy) I got completely fed up and told every pompous fuck who asked what I did (waiting until my husband's back was turned before hitting on me while mocking everything I'm about) that I was an ancient alien theorist
I recall that night as being very peaceful after that, they left me alone and I hung out with the bartender who was an actual friend until the event was done and time to ditch the heels and go dancing
incidentally your pic is a perfect tagline for the history channel
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