God, how we ate Tilden.
340 miles from Austin. Yes, I looked it up.
Texas is Ivy League?
Tilden. Stupid Tilden.
‘Atari-brain’ made me laff! Hilarious.
Tilden, how we hate them.
The happy face mug makes my day.
Whatta buncha mopes.
I remember, in sixth grade, standing by the door of the teachers’ lounge. When it opened, I was nearly overwhelmed by the cigarette smoke. But that was long ago.