By crawling to the counter " GET OUT
A foot long
To which his friend replies, "No, it's about four and a half feet."
Cus they are always stuffed.
Me: Why didn't you order a side of guacamole
They both leave kid's homes with empty sacks.
I don't know; It was too long ago, and I can't remember.
Me: struggling, crawling to his car because my backpack is weighing me down Ham.
Seal plops a five on the counter and says "Anything but a Canadian Club."
Tuesday.