on this day in 2003...

[purpletreefrog]

still laughing from whole sock shamozzle during line 4 today. go steve. i kept poking holes in the end of the newspaper though, so it was often unsuccessful. hehehe... un-sock-cessful.

... what the fuck does that even mean? steve... you must have been there... help me decipher this! did we build socks out of newspapers?

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[ninjadag]

There was much hanging out during Line 4 that year in that study room and the newspapers were unguarded. Hilarity typically ensued.

To crossreference from The Secret Archives of Steve's Journal to help with the mystery:

4.08pm, 17th June 2003:

gasp *points to joogle.com*


Happy Birthday, ya dead trippy bas'ard of r0x0r.

[mention]Jenny had newspaper socks yesterday. Done.[/mention]

And this computer amst t3h suck. HATEHATEHATEHATE. Maybe not the computer, its just the netness, it'd be so much phruckin easier to just get me an internet connection modem deal on the one in here... please. *dies* Next, onto email.

[purpletreefrog]

oh my frog. so awesome. i completely don't remember. i must be too much of a drunk. or perhaps i have just blanked out some of the more embarrassing/strange/retarded things i've done.

or maybe the newspaper socks have taken over my brain. or something.

i heart line four. and i also hearted line 5. two free lines. those were the good old days.