My friend Tom is going out on his submarine tomorrow for two months. That kind of sucks. A couple of us went out to Croc’s tonight to party for his last night in town for awhile. It was a good time.

On the way home, a stray cardboard object was rolling across the street in tumbleweed fashion and it happened to pass right in front of the BMW.

Robbie: Look at that fucking fry box trying to fuck my shit up!

Lisa: That is so going on my away message when we get home.

Robbie: What is?

Lisa: Look at that fucking fry box trying to fuck my shit up.

Robbie: Actually, I think it was an apple pie box.

Lisa: And that is going right under it.

Robbie: We are going to be partying at Rain next week!

Lisa: Seriously. What am I going to wear?

Robbie: What am I going to wear?

Rock stars. I think this is all because of my new waitressing job. That or that I was drinking Crown Royal on the rocks.

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