The only reason why I even bothered going to my high school reunion is because I look phenomenal now as compared to how I looked when I was 18. And a very dark part of me takes pleasure in seeing how virtually everyone who looked great at 18 looks like crap at 30.
You and I both, brother. Also, I loved nothing more than seeing the guy who beat me for class President, go off to a great school, majored in Political Science, and was voted most likely to be President, and to find out he is working at Old Navy, lives at home with his parents, and STILL can't break into politics.
I, on the other hand, have my own place, a great job, and was a pretty powerful figure in CT Republican politcs. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it, bitch.
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