No way, Jake. I'm keeping this shit until apex. Then they'll have to rename it big-deal-make-out-rave-thingy-where-everyone-got-sick-and-died-after-dealy.
Here lays the bloated corpse of Robyn Ann Dickenson.
She made out with a lot of people she didn't know,
and spread a lot of airborn disease,
but she never had a cold-sore.