I should(n't) play:
The stock market drinking game!
In my first year at university, I was sitting around with some new friends who decided we should play the What-I'm-gonna-be-when-I-grow-up-game. One friend was going to be a social worker in Nova Scotia and the other a diplomat in Spain. I, for reasons I still cannot explain (was I joking? was I serious? where did this answer come from?), divined that I would be an alcoholic, divorced mother of four living off child-support and welfare. Sometimes I remember this (or someone brings it up in order to make fun of me) and it scares me.
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