Hello My Friend

I saw an old friend last night and we went to a resteraunt for dinner. He ordered a sample platter of french fries, fried cheese sticks, and fried onion rings, and then he got carmel apple pie with ice cream on it. I ordered a huge slice of cherry pie and a huge slice of sour cream rasin pie. It was as if we were nine year olds and had found twenty dollars lying on the street and decided to blow it all on food. Such an evening and such a meal is why it is good to be an adult.

6 comments:

Steph Wilbur Ash said...

Op, you sure know how to live. That's fucking freedom, baby.

You are not free to use my toilet, btw.

David Oppegaard said...

That's okay, I have my own bathroom in the mansion I currently reside in. Now I must go and polish my set of crystal chandeliers.

Geoff Herbach said...

My toilet is shiny and smells like the spicey riches of india. Its water is blue.

L said...

I have three toilets.

neha said...

brady, you use all three of them at once, dont you?

David Oppegaard said...

it's the cerberus of toilets.

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