god, I don’t even know where to start
now slap your knee. and slap it again.
somebody. somebody tell me it is going to be okay.
There was a crappy poem that I wrote in my lame nerd rage that went with this, but I did myself a favor and CROPPED IT OUT YEEAAAHHHH WHOO DISCRETION
From one Waffle House to another. At least this time it wasn’t on a napkin.