I had a girlfriend in year four called Samantha. Your memory's up. I was waiting for her play time on the field, and I remember I was trying to pattern a little daisy bracelet. She pulled up holding hands with this braer called Muhammad Ali. I couldn't disassociate the boxer at the time. This jumped me. He had me in a headlock and said, It's my girlfriend now. She just stood there and watched. He said, She doesn't want to be with someone who can get beat up so easily. I was like, You jumped me, bro. You fax. Then he walked off of her before I had a chance to fight him properly. Then she sent me one of these things, Will you go out with me? Then her home goal, Megan, sent me another one and then was like, Who do you want to go out with? Sam or Megan? I tick Sam again because I missed this. Then she said it back. I said, Are you sure who Sam did? No, Megan did. I crossed that Sam, I tick Megan.