The day we quit our jobs and start despairing about not checking off any more bingo squares it happens: a young man comes through the line and starts questioning us about how long we're in town and, well, what time to we get off work? And then proceeded to ask one of us for our phone number (which of course this half of the team didn't have and had to give their other half's phone number instead). Let's just say that the date involved beers and talk of dreams of being a cowboy or a racecar driver and then proceeded onward to a ride through the country side in a souped up truck with no doors and no roof blaring Hank Williams. We'll leave it at that.
Now, on our last two days of work, we just need identical twin frat boys from California to come through the line, wearing snuggles t-shirts, sporting snuggles tattoos, and buying, of course, identical copies of the adorable gorilla, talking about Megan Fox's sweet leg hair. Then we'd be all set!
-ryderdye
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