I knew we were coming into this crooked. Let out a sissy scream before hand. We did just fine.
I don't know what the hell is up with those fairy wrists. Let me pour you a spot o' tea?
Speaking of caboose, I'm pretty sure Blake broke my ass bone while I was riding on the back of my motorcycle with him last night. Went over three large whoops in a row, and my little bike just doesn't have the suspension to handle two people. MAJOR PAIN. Right on the sitter. Nice.