cannedpeaches

I loved what she represented, I loved what she had dedicated her life to doing. So then, a year later, she and her boyfriend had split up and I moved in.

Damn, Aaron. Did you just... like, cross out his name on the lease and write yours in, or what?

Once, he came to my dad's restaurant in NC on his like "Road Trip USA" or something. He decided he wanted to get on the bulkhead above the bar and pour beer on the patrons. Unusually, though, he was decent enough to ask my dad first to see if it was okay, and then he used a ladder to get on top, and he asked that everybody who didn't want to participate to please stand away from the bar. My dad characterized him as a "nice young man, but I can't remember his name for the life of me."

Only a 7? Like, a 7 in an "I'd settle down with that" way?

YEAH BITCH. DRAGONS.

Or the British version, "Where's Wally?".