The other girls boyfriend found me and tossed me and my rented tuxedo through a plate glass window in the square. I got away becaue my cousin punched him out.
Later, after the prom, and my girl disappeared, one of my friends smashed out a motel room door, and shot everyone with a fire extinguisher. Another friend was throwing bud tall (bottles) through the windows.
As I was discreetly leaving the scene of these crimes, the guy who threw my butt through the window earlier caught me in the parking lot and kicked the crap out of me. Then he tossed me down a hill.
I paid for the Tuxedo, Harvard paid for the stitches.
Wow! Hell of good time, huh?
(Ahh, sweet memories of high school daze)