For one reason or another the guy who runs the bowling alley has really taken a liking to us. One night we had to wait a wile for a lane, so he bought us a pitcher of beer. On the night of this picture; he told us numerous dirty jokes. One joke involved him making grunting noises and a face that will haunt us for many years to come.
When I got back from lunch I told Adam that I had gone to the taco truck, he made a gross face and referred to it as a roach coach, he then told me how he had lunch at Taco Time. At Taco Time catchup mixed with hot sauce = "salsa". To each his own I guess.
The taco truck was recently closed for "remodeling".
The people across the street dressed in black are protesting against the war.
The people across the street in red, white and blue are protesting for the war.
The people for the war seem to be in much better spirits. They smile and wave, and for the most part are much better cheerleaders than the anti-war group.
There was a birthday at work so I was having some cake.
10 minutes later, my boss brought me this ice cream sandwich.
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