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Monday, February 17, 2014
February 17 - Special 25th Year Edition!
Reprinted every fucking year, although this is the 25th-year anniversary of the event. Yaaaaay!)
First time I kissed my high school girlfriend was Feb 17, and the day I
met my college girlfriend was Feb. 17. My first high school girlfriend
kiss took place at a party after a basketball game – matter of fact the
party was at Troy Allen’s, whose name later was legally changed to Troy
“Circling Over Your Relationship Like a Buzzard, waiting for it to Die
So I Can Swoop in and Fuck Your Girlfriend” Allen. You know those guys. 8
seconds after you break up he pops up outta nowhere and is all in her
grill. Grrr. ANYways, I mustered up the gumption to ask her
outside, to sit in Will Acree’s car to “talk.” So we get in the back
seat and I…well, I start talking. And talking. And talking. I’m actually
blathering on and on about the stupid game as she stares at me
wondering if I dig dudes. Finally in the middle of one of my cleverly
crafted anecdotes about the game I just lean in and POW! plant one on
her. I lean back, thrilled outta my mind, awash in new teenage love
and…well. Start talking again. Right in mid-sentence from where I had
left off. Blah blah fucking blah “…and then Coach he leans over and says
blah blah blah blah” Christ. Anyways I guess we made out some more,
then went back in to the party. Me abuzz in my case of love, her…well,
she probably had a buzz on. Also, February 17 here is ironic, since
that's the day Michael Jordan was born. He of course played in Chicago,
which is where the last girl I was in love with moved to. Ah yes. The
sweet, horrible cycle of life.
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