Speaking of high school, let us never forget the "Purple Jesus". One five gallon bucket, halved oranges, ice, grape kool-aid and Everclear. God, I think I can still taste the morning after hairy tongue. 
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I just had a flashback of the beaches of Truman Annex, Key Waste, FL.....belladonna leaves from Hemmingways front yard and fuzzy memories of a few lost days. Darn, some of those I wish I could get back
the Everclear fruity punch on the veranda of the Enlisted Club, not so much....
