My yearbook and my Trapper Keeper from high school currently share bookshelf space with my physics and electronics textbooks from college.
[size=8pt]Hey, just because one keeps a Trapper doesn't necessarilly mean one can't rumble! I mean, there was the one of me vs. Scradley Bradley Carmichael and Vas deferens Vashek Usachevsky, 2000 March 13......oh yeah, that was a beauty. Only time I've ever broken another guy's arm (hey, he tried to steal my laserdisc rental money and hit me first anyways!) but at least I didn't KO that pussey wimp. Really should have tried, tho.......oh well, all water under the bridge now.
Epilogue:
The former moved to an isolated hippe commune in the California desert (had a toke one day, turned on, tuned in and discovered inner peace, whatever man) and the latter's in jail now, with seven more years left (got nabbed in 2006 for trying to rip off a bottle of Jack Daniel's from the local state-run; apparently that's all it takes now to get twelve-to-life in WA.) I still live in semi-paranoia, looking over my shoulder every few seconds as I walk down the street.
That Trapper Keeper eventually was re-populated with manuals and other miscellaneous paperwork for much of my satellite, stereo and computer equipment after I graduated college.