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Post by Ed Van Halen on Apr 3, 2023 16:25:10 GMT -5
True story, brah!
When the late old man shockingly let me take his van to Spring Break '88 in Daytona Beach with about six other #partyclowns, I ended up partying with the hottest chick in our hotel.
Who was from UConn. Anna was her name, I believe...
Even got her sweatshirt and took her to the dog races, like any gentleman would.
But. The chicky-poo whom I was in love with back at IU (who was engaged to someone else; shocker) was recovering from #myonlyabortion, so I did not put the moves on UConn babe. Of course, as soon as I returned to B-town, said chicky-poo dumped me. :-)
Then her memory ruined my life (and two relationships with EXCEPTIONAL babes that were of definitive marrying material) for the next NINE FUCKING YEARS. Until one day as I was driving to a softball game on the southside on 465 and Third Eye Blind's "Semi-Charmed Life" was on the stereo, I realized she had lied to me like everyone else she knew. And that burden was lifted instantaneously.
Makes me think she was probably lying about the abortion, too.
But I digress!
Signed, In case y'all were wondering why I am like I am...
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Post by Kevin on Apr 4, 2023 7:23:28 GMT -5
The Eshawn redemption arc includes hitting the Supergrid final game score.
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Post by Ed Van Halen on Apr 4, 2023 18:44:24 GMT -5
Fuckyes it does.
This is what happens when you pay by far the least amount of attention ever to The Tournament in the last 35 years lmao.
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Post by Ed Van Halen on Apr 4, 2023 18:44:36 GMT -5
Fuckyes it does.
This is what happens when you pay by far the least amount of attention ever to The Tournament in the last 35 years lmao.
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Post by Ed Van Halen on Apr 4, 2023 18:45:28 GMT -5
Not sure why that happened twice, but whatevs.
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