Jack fucked Lady Lax and I popped out
Ah the days of Nerf Herder and Coach Welch, good times. I remember belting out Jenna Bush Army with garrett, jack, nick, and dave. That Spring nothing could ever beat that probably, the weather was perfect, and the atmosphere was the friendliest you could ask for. Synchronized myself with my best friend and one of the great guys I have ever met, when one failed the other knew where to be. Alex got anything that happened to get by the guys when we were allowing the learning. It was okay to be immature and crazy, AND ME. Epitome of youthful fun, the talk of BUILDING A BOAT OUT OF PUDDING CUPS never got old. Lacrosse was Lacrosse, there was no real push to be the best just self enjoyment, no titles to be won and no recognition outside the guys. I had this real bitching jacket with all my pins on the collar, and I thought it was teh coolest thing around. Thats right its name was Jackie teh Jacket, named after jack. I have this thing where I name alot of my shit for no reason. Eleanore hadn't come into play yet, but it would only be about 8 months until it rocked my world. I will totally post pictures sometime of Eleanore and Dorris, if someone shows me how to load them from my camera.