Goodbye Awkward High School Years

August 2, 2013

Zits, puberty, girls, and peer pressure

How'd I ever survive the days of high school?

College bound, clear skin, lady killer.

Girlfriend, leader of the pack.

No more high school, I'm never looking back.

I had fun, I had pain and suffering.

College bound. Making history and becoming a man.

Thank God.

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