My friends and I thought it would be funny to hit up a cougar bar called Joe Kools in London, ON. I was only 17 at the time, and used a fake ID. We were sitting at the bar cracking jokes, when some hotties in their early 30s came up and started hitting on us. I told them I was 23. At the end of the night, one of them took me back to her apartment and we had a good time. Two months later, after I'd turned 18, I started a summer job as a student intern at a local insurance company. On my first day, my boss told me to run my personal info to HR so they could add me to the system... Guess who was sitting at the reception desk, waiting to process my birth certificate?
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