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I love that spam. That made me laugh out loud. And I suspect we all have dorkish reminders from our pasts. It's only those of us with blogs that feel compelled to share them with the world.


Bob, from one dorky past to another: Be crazy, be yourself.


I stumbled across this while doing an image search on google. The funny thing is, I know neither you, nor your friend, but I was At that concert. It was the day before my 16th brithday and it was my first concert without a chaperone! What a blast from the past! (I didn't write it on my wall, though. My mother would have killed me!)

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