Although Brady did dreadful against LSU, he still has not let me down. No my, as some may call it, “obsession” has not died. And yes, I would still like to send him my letter that is all typed up and ready to print, but unfortunately we do not have his address… Okay. I lied. Yes, some may like to call it madness, but I like to call it brilliance. It took some out of the box thinking and with some help from Google. Actually, it only took about five minutes. I have his address. However, I will not be sending it to their house because that is intruding on his privacy.
Oh yeah, and I have his phone number too!! Somebody from their family SERIOUSLY needs to talk to Google. Here ends Kelly’s first expectations.
I don’t think his family can talk to Google.
Google is way too kewl for him. Not that he’s not kewl. He’s a kewl kewl guy. Why just yesterday I was talking to him about time travel. He suggested using a flux capacitor and a good deal of plutonium while I suggested
a good deal of nuclear fusion and some sonic booms would do something to the space-time continuum [though I don’t know what]. We then began pitched combat where he got a dull butter knife and I got the butter. I think I don’t even need to mention that I won. Anydangways, afterwards we tested both of our time travel theories on each other. When I reached 88 miles an hour I traveled eight seconds back in time [like that does me any good]. I tested my theory on the
Quinnmeister, and haven’t seen him since.