tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593970477444543007.post7555052603286191357..comments2024-03-24T17:23:11.269-05:00Comments on Homer's Travels: World Cup MemoriesBruce H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00180515178920053080noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593970477444543007.post-7835600611164324132010-06-21T17:02:14.415-05:002010-06-21T17:02:14.415-05:00GH: Yeah, strange ain't it.
Miss McC: That...GH: Yeah, strange ain't it.<br /><br />Miss McC: That's as good an explanation as I've ever heard.<br /><br />Yeah, a whole bunch of sweaty kids in a damp swimming pool coaches office. Yum YumBruce H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/00180515178920053080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593970477444543007.post-68887714947687086592010-06-15T20:16:28.054-05:002010-06-15T20:16:28.054-05:00I think it's a survival thing, like your brain...I think it's a survival thing, like your brain saves these moments so you never get stuck in that situation again.<br /><br />Very descriptive. I could almost smell what you were talking about!missmccrackenhttp://bloggart.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593970477444543007.post-68230353377022722312010-06-15T13:52:05.354-05:002010-06-15T13:52:05.354-05:00I've always wondered myself why certain, rathe...I've always wondered myself why certain, rather odd memories, tend to be the one's that stick, and the ones that are labeled "these are the memories that will last forever" never do...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com