Big Jim Dwyer = Jib Wed Grimy
I think that means you're supposed to marry Frank Grimes, but he's dead. So I'm not sure what you need to do.
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Everybody is wanting to know what music were the kids listening to, or what movies were they watching. Who gives a f*** what they was watching! Whatever happened to crazy? What, you can't be crazy no more? Should we eliminate crazy from the dictionary?
This is the blog of Big Jim Dwyer and Johnny Rico, two (semi-) anonymous 2005 graduates of the University of Notre Dame. Here you will find their correspondence and pontifications; it includes anything they find interesting or amusing. Think Adams and Jefferson, only far more important to posterity.
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