Ok, I’ll admit that I mostly hate this one. It’s either summer or just feeling like a pile.
I like this one, Matt. It perfectly describes the irritation one feels in that type of situation. And you’re not even remotely anything like that guy.
You’re my comment buddy 4 life. x
The nerve. Had I known what was going on I would have stopped the rock on the spot and sorted this matter out. I love that I just accidentally stumbled upon this story about that fantastic night though. I hope in the end you remember more about it than your sunglasses doppelganger though.
Miss you buddypal!
Sam, I appreciate your sentiments. I think I will remember that night as the night I was unnecessarily ornery and there we were on the train thing.
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