so i think my life was writen by john hughes. he is my god. and the jerk did not make me a judd nelson type. so just immagine anthony michael hall in cheff whites. thats how my weekend was. but no happy ending for the dorky kid yet. no riding in a convertable. or kissing the girl. just the pre-pubescent yelps and movement. i bet its entertaining from from the throne of john hughes.
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