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I have hatred in my heart.
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The "senior year" picture made me so grateful that I didn't play football. I feel like that picture is permanently engraved into all the football players minds, as they reminiscence when they're 50.
ReplyDeletePlus they'll have bad knees. And they'll go balder faster (I don't know why).
ReplyDeleteCongrats on getting that desk all the way out to the football field...
ReplyDeleteBest picture ever.
It was my TA.
DeleteHe was a football player.
He was Talon Shumway.