December 13 2010, 9:15 am | Blake Hudspeth
Throughout my senior year in high school there was this girl named Danielle Graham who, on a scale from one to ten, was a “smokin’ hottie”. She had the apple bottom jeans and the boots with the fur and the whole FBLA club was lookin’ at hur. I threw every ounce of game I had (93.4oz to be exact) in her direction. Unfortunately, she wasn’t exactly picking up on what I was putting down (and, for the record, never exactly “picked up” on anything until we were freshmen in...