Better Than Guinness
Summit Oatmeal Stout. Fuck yeah.
Grumpy’s. Fuck yeah.
Billa billa, well, not so much. I mean, yeah, but only one gave me that shy smile that meant that if they wouldn’t have hooked up with friends and left that I should have talked to her or something. The dude with the pimpin’ Summit jacket (have you seen mine?).
Wow. Dude. Um… Wow.
Melody gave me a pep talk before I went out. That’s what I need, is a little coaching, a little rah rah section, with pom poms.
What was the cheer? Vag or bust?
VAG OR BUST!
VAG OR BUST!
Nothing is better than Guinness.
Zach: I’m telling you, man. I’m telling you.