The milkman, the paperboy, evening TV.
I'm going to San Francisco this weekend. One of my very very best friends in the world, Jenn lives there. She asked me what I wanted to do when I got there. I told her that I'd like to re-enact the opening scene of Full House.
She thinks I'm kidding.
But wait until I show up with my topsy tail, tye dyed biker shorts, and my perfected hand gestures insinuating she ought to "CUT-IT-OUT!"
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