3 kegs of Mutzig, a DJ with speakers that throbbed like a dance club, and a goat on a spit.
That’s right. A goat on a spit.
Plus, we had a mural of a trojan horse painted on our wall. It looks more like a Transformer than an illustration of any epic, but it doesn’t matter. Either way, I get to say, “We had a trojan horse painted on our wall.”
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