Nude Disintegrating Parachutist Woman

New Year's Eve, December 31st, 2001. A bar called Shakey's Pub. It wasn't too crowded, but there was still a good crowd going. Only a few couples were present, and more than one single male were on the prowl, hoping to score some New Year's pussy once the bars shut down. Josh was perfectly content to sit in the corner, nursing his Jack and Coke, and waiting for the ball to drop.

Which it would be doing in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR, AMERICA!! WELCOME TO 2002!!

The patrons of the bar predictably go out of their heads, cheering, yelling, toasting each other. Random strangers hug or high five each other. Others exchange the traditional New Year's kiss as confetti is thrown around. Finally, Josh stands.

A cute blonde named Beverly approaches him and gives him a big kiss on the mouth. Josh and Bev had been making eyes at each other for most of the night, but Josh was being too shy and reserved.

So, did anything come of this?

1. Sadly, no.
2. Surprisingly, yes.
3. Yes. Who knew the bar would catch fire?

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