I think my favorite memory has to be that time we went to that lesbian pancake brunch and you got into a fight with the Head Lesbian over whether on not we were allowed an extra squirt of syrup. The best part was how it degenerated into syrup wrestling. (although that redheed never did call me afterwards.)
I wouldn't have minded the syrup rationing quite so much if it hadn't been for the TOTAL LACK of lemon wedges. That's a monumental oversight in my opinion.
I'm really, really sorry about getting that dreidel stuck in the wet cement outside your place that one night we decided to start dueling with household objects. I thought you were too drunk to remember it, so I tried to blame it on Gilbert the mailman. Erk.
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