Recently my good friend Quinn Patrick Fitzgerald Merrill moved to Tempe Arizona (Quinn, I hope all is well in the Grand Canyon State).
The day before Quinn left he was sitting in my living room playing on his computer. I was in the bathroom attempting to shave my neck. I've never shaved my own neck. My dad or Wayne Bass usually are the lucky ones that get to help me with this. Anyway I shaved my own neck. I thought I did a pretty good job, but still I needed assurance from someone else that I had shaved it strait and hadn't missed any spots, so naturally I went to ask Quinn. He assured me that I had done a good job.
Then Quinn asked, "Hey man, could you shave my back? I'll shave yours if you shave mine." It sounded like a good idea to me. To make a long story short, Quinn shaved my back then I shaved his.
The point to all of this is that: I would only do this for probably only five maybe six other guys. Quinn is one of those.
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My brother and I shave each others' backs.
I miss Quinn.
who is quinn? the name sounds familiar.
Disclaimer: Neither Zach nor I have carpet backs. No back hair is good back hair, better to be rid of all of it.
Also, I'm not going to confess to this very often, but I really miss Rexburg. I can't get more specific than that or it will sound gay. (Not that there's anything wrong with being gay, I just don't want to sound that way because I'm not)
BBQ!!!!
this sounds all nice and innocent until you walk in on it.
I could have lived a lifetime without knowing this.
That would've been a pretty sad lifetime Harper...Pretty sad in deed
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