I remember my first time like it was yesterday. My two older sisters set me up with my first try. They gave it to me, thinking I would spew it out of mouth. Were they ever wrong? A stream of Coke tickled and burned my throat, coming through my sinus and out my nose all over the back seat of my oldest sister’s butterscotch Chevy Chevelle.
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