LAUGHING COHEN

I AM IN GRADE 7, SITTING AT THE KITCHEN TABLE TRYING TO CONVINCE MY MOTHER TO ALLOW ME TO HAVE MY FRIENDS OVER FOR A SOCIAL. I HAVE ALREADY BRIBED MY FATHER WITH A PIECE OF STRAWBERRY CHEESECAKE. MY MOTHER MAKES ME A DEAL, IF I AGREE TO HAVE A DISCUSSION AMONGST MY FRIENDS ABOUT HOW WE ARE GOING TO MAKE THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE,  I CAN HAVE MY PARTY. WORD GETS OUT QUICK, THAT SATURDAY NIGHT IS GOING DOWN AT THE COHEN HOUSE. FORTUNATELY FOR ME (UNFORTUNATELY FOR MY BROTHER MIKE WHO HAS BEEN ASSIGNED TO LOOK OVER US BUT ALREADY HAS FIVE JOBS AT THE AGE OF 17 AND LEAVES SHORTLY THEREAFTER), IT'S DATE NIGHT FOR MY PARENTS: EARLY MOVIE (KRAMER VS KRAMER) AT PLAZA COTES-DES-NEIGES, DINNER AT LE BIFTHEQUE. THE DOOR BELL RINGS AND 15 FRIENDS AND 5 STRANGERS PILE INTO THE BASEMENT.  LET THE GAMES BEGIN (ALL INAPPROPRIATE) : GAME#1 - SCHOOL - A KISSING GAME IN WHICH THE BOYS SIT IN CHAIRS IN A LINE AND THE GIRLS LINE UP AND KISS THE BOYS AND THEN THE BOYS EITHER GIVE IT A PASS OR FAIL. PASS