Frick, I wish I could get myself some Superbowl tix... *takes trip to the department of back story* He and my dad tried out for the Saints at the same time... they got to be good friends... we were the only family invited to the Saints parties, and all the football players wanted to hold me... imagine big football player guy holding wee lil baby Amber... yay cute.
Anyways, long story cut short... my parents made him my godfather. His parents gave me a really expensive amber heart from North Sea. He got mad at my dad for asking him to repay the money he borrowed... they're not friends anymore... but he's still my godfather. Therefore, I couldn't get myself any tickets if I tried.
Sad story about how becoming famous makes you a jerk. No offense taken.
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Date: 2005-01-23 05:32 pm (UTC)Anyways, long story cut short... my parents made him my godfather. His parents gave me a really expensive amber heart from North Sea. He got mad at my dad for asking him to repay the money he borrowed... they're not friends anymore... but he's still my godfather. Therefore, I couldn't get myself any tickets if I tried.
Sad story about how becoming famous makes you a jerk. No offense taken.