remember how when you started college everyone was all, "oh college is where you'll find your friends for life!"
and you were like, "pfff, doubt it."but you found your best friend kindred spirit anyway?
just us?
If they make a movie about Family Circus, I'm out. I mean it. I'm taking a rocket. I'm packing my suitcase. And I'm pitching a tent in the telestial kingdom, where there are liars and sorcerers and adulterers and whoremongers. And together, we will drink and swear and feel the sweet freedom in forgetting the moronic existence of Jeffy or Billy or PJ or that cooze Dolly.
Bridal shower game question #6: What was Amy and Jeff's combined birth weight?
My grandpa John, who shot down planes in the Philippines during WWII, didn't only teach me to love the taste of beer.

Turns out a nose whistle, when living in the mountains, sounds exactly like coyotes howling in the distant night. Beautiful.
BAB is busting balls. LITERALLY. It's all a semi-amateur-pro racquetball player ever truly dreams of. Well, that, and getting a black eye.
"What are those kids doing in a bar?"
good luck in the mountains. don't get lost in the woods. i'll pray against the bears every night.
"I hope you packed your bags! Because you just took a long... travel...? I still have to work on that one."