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.