tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080080454839687419.post3345145732601362434..comments2023-08-20T07:11:52.399-04:00Comments on Do It.: The Most Random String of Thoughts Ever . . .Irish Creamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17548744329403082452noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080080454839687419.post-53783094199687739642008-03-17T18:32:00.000-04:002008-03-17T18:32:00.000-04:00i freaking remember bradley. what an a-hole. he th...i freaking remember bradley. what an a-hole. he thought i was too fat to be on his precious nsa pretty-girl team. bastard. not that i'm bitter or anything...afterwordsbookshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14862955291718012208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080080454839687419.post-4035907973483389732008-03-16T18:28:00.000-04:002008-03-16T18:28:00.000-04:00Indeed. Ha, I was actually struggling to remember...Indeed. Ha, I was actually struggling to remember his name! Apparently I'd blocked it from memory or something?Irish Creamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17548744329403082452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6080080454839687419.post-70277659062946592782008-03-16T13:45:00.000-04:002008-03-16T13:45:00.000-04:00I totally remember all of that. Even the Queen. ...I totally remember all of that. Even the Queen. I still love Queen. I had forgotten about how Bradley was going to split you guys up, tho. Boy did that suck. But hey, at least you were nationally ranked, back in the day! :)<BR/><BR/>~MAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com