Live, from anywhere, it's Friday night: time for the youth of America to "rage." Time also to get broasted, buzzed, catatonic, messed up, ripped, screwed, trashed, wasted, zoned out. Time, to put it in language older folks can understand, to get totally, hopelessly drunk. Not at bars, of course: everywhere in America you have to be 21 to drink there -- legally, that is -- and anyway it's not the hip thing to do. These days teenagers buy into keg parties at homes where parents have left town for the weekend, where dangerous chugalug games are played to get booze and...
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