When I was ten I hated shoes. Not the wearing of, of course, and well, maybe hate is too strong a word. Certainly I wasn't excited by the prospect of new shoes, and so on Christmas morning when I unwrapped my main present to find a shoe box, I was confused and slightly disappointed (ungrateful, I know). I pretended to love my new shoes when my mum giggled and informed to look inside. I opened the box and there lay Michael Jackson's History double CD. I pretty much hit the roof and spent the rest of the day, and rest of the next few years, listening to nothing else.
A sad and strange day.
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Does anyone actually call you Drew?
WEIRD.
I get Drewby, Scooby Doo, Drubaru and the occasional plain 'Drew'.
You're still in my phone as 'Husband'
(& Husband you shall remain.)
Another one of my popular nicknames. That Jeffrey McDaniel poem was awesome, I feel so uncool for having not known him.
Please not that no one calls him drew.
He refers to himself as Drewbie.
Aaron knows things.
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