After this retreat I went on, the church I went with went to eat at OCB. After a while, I’m watching Paul spin a bottle of ketchup, I remembered a time I did the same thing with a stick of chapstick. Some girl catches me doing this, and replies: boys are so easily amused. This shamed me, and I looked away in shame to find two girls bouncing jello on their plate having the time of their lives. A guy comes back to our table after witnessing some kids making a concoction of hot sauce, slushie and the like. Really, no matter how old we are or what gender we claim superior, we are all kids.
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