We're just about finished wrapping up Senior Year at my house. The prom is now an expensive memory, final exams are history, the kids have all graduated, and on Sunday they all took off for Ocean City, Maryland for the annual rites of Senior Week. What is Senior Week, you may ask? Senior Week is when everything you've put into raising your child for the past 18 years gets tested. SInce it's only Tuesday and they still have 5 more days to go, I'm trying not to think about it too much.

Wandering through empty rooms in my house this week, I came across my daughter's senior yearbook. It was autographed in the manner senior yearbooks have been autographed since time immemorial; long pouring-out-missives-from-the-­heart written by girlfriends; condensed, to the point notes from guy friends. Lots of RMA's, Let's Party This Summer, Calc was fun with a capital FU, and the always classic They signed your front they signed your back but I'm the jerk who signed your crack. A few more, but oddly enough, they were cryptic abbreviations I couldn't understand. Hmmmm.

Voila! After reading my daughter's yearbook and then being doubly inspired by this, a new fray game was born. Your mission: Write a yearbook entry to another poster here on The Best of the Fray. Anyone you want, put their poster(s) name(s) in the subject line. Get as poetic and creative and explicit as you'd like, keeping in mind that whatever you write here today will be dusted off and read years from now at a fray reunion in the very distant future.

Winner will receive and Early Bird 20% Discount Price on Fray Reunion Tickets and Complimentary Personalized Misspelled Cake.

Tell them about the Big Peckers in Ocean City.....good food, great atmosphere for young people.

Jack

Mikey you are the man!!

I'm gonna miss you when you go off to State next year.

Your idea for the gang to chip in and rent a helicopter to take all of us to prom was freaking awesome!!! I'll never forget that ride. I just wish I'd made it to prom.

Don't worry brother, me and the guys know it was an accident. The nurse in our ward told us you were voted prom king, cool.

After I get out of traction we should hang out.

BFFF!!!,

Eggs.

Ours was similar ... well ... kinda ... well ... not really.

We had pondered the isness of is so damned long we got all scatter-brained 'n shit. Lucy rented a few psychedelic frogs that we tried to lick to get high but they all jumped down the loo. Then Joey got this bright idea to break into Fort Fuck and steal a Howitzer. Wasn't too hard.

"Lets blow some shit up," he says.

"Yea, fuck't man, lets blow up the school."

So we did. And now we're all down here kickin' it in Gitmo. Bummer, huh.

But, yours sounds so cool, wow-ed me out. Bigtime.

I was the one who poisoned all the dudes in the poetry club just so you alpha-jocks could get the girls. And that's how you repaid me, wedgies, thumpin's, gang-bangs and flingin's out of second-storey windows.

Watch you fucking mail, dude, cos there's a shit-load of anthrax cumin' your way.

You think you bad huh?

I challenge you to a West Side Story rumble! Me and my gang will meet you and your gang under the highway at midnight. Then we'll engage in a lot of vaguely homoerotic dancing until one side gives up. I'd prefer softshoe but if you want to use tap shoes or do clog dancing then I'm down with that heavy shit too.

Meet me and my crew at Doc's Soda Shop in an hour so we can hold a choreography council.

[Note to Self: "gang-bang" probably means something different in Ireland than it does in the U.S.]

What are you, some kinda uppity fag or some'n?

That's why you jocks get in your huddles and ass-smack each other ... playing with each others cocks in the scrum too, no doubt.

Hey, you giving JD a man-hug or what?

Get outta here, screwball.

Until you've engaged in some heavy man-on-man-bearhug-action with Jack you haven't really lived. He's like the friggin' Michelangelo of manhugs.

I just wish he'd asked me to Homecoming.

I heard he shot a man in Dallas just to watch him die.

No ... wait ... that was the other dude, the other Jack ... forgetaboutit.

Gots to go.

When he was on Spring Break in Algeria JackDallas shot a dude on the beach just cause the sun was in his eyes.

Anyways that's what I heard.

But don't you change!

I was happy to hear that you did the right thing and had the baby. Which member of the football team...or basketball team...hockey team maybe?, does he look like?

No, don't tell me! I want it to be a surprise. See you in 5.

Love,

Ham