Board Thread:Season 29 - Azerbaijan/@comment-24114312-20151026172427/@comment-26725365-20151026214601

Clifford: Being a third of the way into the game, how important is loyalty?

 MR. PROBST!!!!

 LOYALTY IS REALLY REALLY IMPORTANT!!!!!

 Let me tell you a story.



 When I was in kindergarten I met this beautiful angel named Brooke. She had a purple birthmark on 75% of her body. Some of the kids teased her but I was head over heals for this girl. She was a knockout.

 Well. One day, I wanted to profess my love to her. I thought in my head, "I want to be with this girl forever. She's the one." And I honestly, with all my heart, believed it.

 So how was I, a lowly kindergartener, to show her how much I cared? That I would love her and cherish her until the day she died?

 Obviously the only thing I could do.

 I would propose.

 So. I was out shopping with my mother at Knob Hill Farms when I asked her for a quarter. I approached the twenty-five cent candy machines and had my eye on one in particular: the ring machine.

 Most of you are too young to remember this, but back in the day, they used to sell twenty-five cent rings in the candy machines.

 It was time to go ring shopping.

 So I stuck in a quarter and out popped a twenty-five cent ring, gold plastic with a beautiful plastic diamond.

 THE NEXT DAY

 I walk onto the school yard and I see Brooke, the sun shining upon her. She was angelic.

 She was standing by the big birch tree where we used to play Truth-Dare-Double-Dare-Promise-To-Repeat.

<p style="text-align:-webkit-center;"> She turned around.

<p style="text-align:-webkit-center;"> Saw me.

<p style="text-align:-webkit-center;"> I got down on one knee.

<p style="text-align:-webkit-center;"> And I said:

<p style="text-align:-webkit-center;"> "Brooke. I knew I loved you from the moment I saw you. Will you marry me?"

<p style="text-align:-webkit-center;"> It was at that very moment...

<p style="text-align:-webkit-center;"> ...that Brooke punched me in the mouth.

<p style="text-align:-webkit-center;"> "A twenty-five cent ring?!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? I AIN'T NO CHEAP MAMA!!!"

<p style="text-align:-webkit-center;"> And she walked away. I had a fat lip for a week. My mom asked me what happened and I told her, "Love. Love happened."

<p style="text-align:-webkit-center;"> The years have passed. We have both moved on with our lives. She is married with a child. I'm married with a pug.

<p style="text-align:-webkit-center;"> But sometimes, when I peer off into the distance, and watch the setting sun, I think of her. The one who got away. And think, maybe it wasn't fate for us to be together in this life. Or maybe we're directly defying fate with the paths we chose. But if not in this life, maybe the next, we can be together.

<p style="text-align:-webkit-center;"> And that Mr. Probst.

<p style="text-align:-webkit-center;"> That is loyalty.

<p style="text-align:-webkit-center;"> PS: If my wife ends up reading this, I'm just kidding honey! I love you!! PLEASE DON'T PUNCH ME!!!

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