Like nostalgia for something you know never existed.
And never will.
19 April 2006
Air Force, representin'.
Where be the glow sticks and the half-naked tequila-soaked girls?
(Takes a while to load, but so worth it.) Via the cartoonist behind the best serial comic on the web,
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