our "super awesome" apartment is fully carpeted. i plan on starting my carpet-removal-renovations tomorrow so she can fully preform all tricks and entertainment that i expect of her without the interference of low ply shag.
i have two new favorite stories. both made me laugh harder than i have in weeks.
the first came from my friend melanie in which she explained to me - straight faced - how she (in a minor fit of hungover rage) kicked her sleeping ex-boyfriend so she would feel better. in the end, more pain was felt in her foot than joe's body. she also still believes that this was a totally logical and sensible plan of action. this.is.why.i.love.melanie. but, it makes me sad that we have barely any pictures together and, of these few photos, a tenth are in front of a strip club. like this one. ooooooh man.
the other best story of my life is 100% stolen from caitlin and involves drunken catch phrase. i'll shorten it: t.ray and j.nelson were on the same team. all were drunk. this is the only way jeff attempted to describe his word was by saying "we be ____ all night, son!" accompanied with a "shuffling dance motion with his hands". this, on repeat, only provoked tom to stare at him in complete anger. do you have any ideas what the word may be? you're probably wrong.
toe-tapping. yes folks. "we be toe-tapping all night, son!"
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