Hiya folks, I'm glad you all didn't forget about us. we really had something going freshmen year, as evidenced by all of the things that are now gone two years later (every single girl in our ward out of bachlorettehood, all of us out of the dorms, Richard's no-shaving record).
I want to keep in touch with all of you though because there are some things that are too good to lose (Nate's tenderness, Joe's loving feeling, Patch's warm chest fuzzies.)
So I propose that we keep it all! How? You ask. How is this possible, just when I thought it was over, just when I thought WE were over, how can you propose to remain friends? We don't even talk anymore!
But you see, that's just it! What we have here is a failure to communicate! I propose that we remedy this failure with good, old-fashioned, dyed in the wool, hardy, home-made, the rhythm is gonna get you communication!
To do so I will list my own e-mail address along with N8's. I don't have anyone else's, but if you write me I'll put it here too and then we can keep in touch!
Imagine the fruits of this vision. If we all keep in touch we can have Tre-Dub reunions! We can name our kids after each other and our very children will regard our fellow Tre-Dubbers as family! At our reunions you'll likely hear the following, "Can you throw the ball back Unky N8?" "Sure thing Li'l Ashton!" "When do we get to make igloos out of ice-cream?" "Just as soon as Uncle Joe and Aunt Pocanhantas get here."
So you best wirte now ya hear?