It fell behind the bed.
Josh on why it was OK for Will to bake him cookies:
“But he hasn’t had a date in nine months.”
Me on why it was not OK for Will to bake him cookies:
“So, that means he hasn’t done other things with a woman in 9 months, does that make it OK for him to do those with a man?”
Last night we went to the Ram bar and not the goat bar and I got a peach tea that’s one of those danger drinks and got an alien ice skater plate and ate bacon cheesey garlic sour cream chips that were yummy because Josh needs bacon.
Jack Bauer doesn’t seem like the type to go for all these women with no hair. That’s all I have.
Sometimes you go to Caribou to write and put at the top of the blank page a simple question: “Did he ever find that remote control?” And 183 unanswerable questions about your life later, you leave either more confused or more clarified than ever.