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April 06, 2009

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Laura

If only I'd known that you could make it to the big time playing a kazoo. I would have practiced every day!

David

I'm pretty sure that if we hadn't wanted to live we would've practiced every day anyway,

nell nestor

Wildrats?

Bonnie

Maybe it was after you graduated -- someone bought T-shirts with "Oak Ridge Wildcat Marching Band" on them in Olde Englishe script, and the "c" looked like an "r" -- or so we said at the time.

Katie

Ah, that wedding reception... I remember that. I also remember that somebody confiscated the kazoos from Andres and I after a certain point.


...Yeah, we deserved it, too...

Katie

Apparently kazoos cause typos. Sorry, Andrew.

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