Informative hate (and a little love, too)
I'd forgotten about Cuonzo Martin. Good for him.
I was taken aback for a moment last night during the Wolves game when they mentioned Bobby Jackson is 35. It seems like just yesterday that we were in college.
Alcohol makes you forget the passage of time, and often stupid things you do or say. Sweet alcohol.....
Alcohol really is awesome, isn't it?
You poor misguided bastards. When will you learn that Fun is Fun, and you don't need alchohol to enjoy a good Cock Fight?
I'm barely managing to ignore the whole idea of forgetting about Cuonzo Martin. Why not forget about Randolph Childress while you are at it? Or Scotty Thurmond?
You make me sick, Jess.
I didn't actually forget him. I just hadn't thought about him in ages. You know, it's not easy keeping all the great Big Ten players I saw in the Barn in the forefront of my mind at all times.
Now I think I need some alcohol to ease the sting of you yelling at me.
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