You might end up feeding pigs for the delight of small boys.
You might end up with a wife who orders burgers with egg and hashbrown on them. But she also might share it.
But you might also make a friend who also knows that this sign is funny.
But one day, thirteen years later, you might open your eyes, and its not just you and that girl you were talking to in the bar. There are four additional humans.
This is what happens when you talk to girls in bars.
Humans are made.
13 years ago today my husband asked me out on a date.
The rest, is history.
Thanks for asking.
2 comments:
Thanks for saying yes, Bunny.
I remember that night too. That was a good night.
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