As I woke up this morning to begin my regular workday, I was feeling a little depressed seeing that my ex-girlfriend had just posted pictures from the club she was at the night before. I was feeling a little stressed that graduation was less than three weeks away. I was feeling a little nervous that I had no plans for what to do after that graduation. And then I saw your profile, Mr. Palermo. It was a feeling I will never forget. Finally, I saw the plans of the Almighty, who had placed us together so many years ago during that fateful Facebook friend add. And today, I see that Facebook is once again the platform for our new challenge, the great question of our time: will you take me to
Yes we can.
It was the creed of a group of former Amnesty presidents who desperately needed to hang out. Yes We Can.
It was whispered by comedy show attendees driving manically to FAU through rush hour traffic. Yes We Can.
It was the call of two politically active students; one in
It was the will of God who built this friendship primarily upon Facebook, but clearly intended for us to get to know each other in
It was what I really meant the other day when I commented that your profile picture looked "almost as cool" as my Myspace default. Yes We Can.
Yes we can take Sprockett on this trip. Yes we can reunite him with the bar crawls of his ancestors' homeland. Yes we can give him the break from
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- At March 26, 2008 at 7:05 AM Anonymous said...
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I'm seriously cracking up out loud right now.
Sprockett, your Photoshop skills are mad good... and so is this entry!
Cheers to our ongoing bromance; and good luck!

