In other enjoyable news, this picture brings me back to the glory days of chess club.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, also explains why I participated in band, choir, debating, and yearbook. I feared what social contact the free lunch period held, and thus became an (arguably) better man because I learned early on that Kings could never topple Queens. I also had a bitchin' haircut just like this guy, whom I like to call Johnny.
So go.
Go, Johnny. Go- Go-GO.
2 comments:
So, what you're saying is that Queens are better? Thus, you are a Queen? Your ambiguity grows with each passing day. ;)
So I was desperate to find some sort of controverserial banter on your blog, so I could follow that with one hell of a reply rant, and sadly found nothing.
I wouldn't feel right about myself if I further tormented you on what was clearly an already tormented childhood, and I dont' really know where you were going with that whole kings and queens thing aside from I think you were trying to throw "props" to women by making a clever chess refernce. I thought about saying a few things about chess in general, but it felt cheap and easy.
Alas, I will keep checking back and one day, when you least expect it, when you least see it comming, when you're just settling down with a cup a soup to get some things off your chest, there it will be. The Reply rant.
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