the one where d learns that his booty move doesn't work on the lesbian girls at splash! (thanks for coming 'out!')
the one where i feel a little bit ripped off when my breakfast burrito at la vic has way too much chorizo and not enough eggs but eat it any way
the one where that guy tells you ridiculously nice things on the stoop and blows his cigarette smoke the other direction, which is, ya know, thoughtful...
the one where i think 'since when did weezer come back?'
the one where the neighborhood bar is super narrow and has a way surly bartender
the one where after many months of hoping my dream finally comes true: i get to sleep in the infamous kitten mountain tee
the one where we learn how not to clog up the toilet with paper towels from the master
the one where there's a miraculous booty call
the one where d barfs, but in anger, like a cat shitting in your slippers while you're at work
the one where you realize that going downstairs with only a drunk guy as your gps is a really good way to get lost, especially when you aren't sure of which apartment you came out of
the one where you go through d's entire myspace friend list and say 'that one? what about that one? her? mhmm, and this one? wow, no shit!'
the one where it's like a really really long game of duck duck goose only with more giant empty containers of protein powder and a mysterious locked cabinet that no one is exactly sure how to break into, even with a leatherman squirt
the one where his hookah from israel is missing the tube-y thing that runs from the top to the bottom
the one where ben comes up with a brilliant use for a tiny blue maglite
the one where i realize that i really really love this d man - a lot
the one where there are SO. MANY. cotton balls and q-tips but not a single bottle of asprin
the one where you find yourself making a ridiculous list instead of grading these papers on your desk - oy
the one where i can't tell if i'm hungry or queasy
the one where it was really nice to finally tell that girl from high school that it made me feel good that she was always friendly to me even though her friends were bitches
the one where i urge you to check out loudon wainwright iii (not to be confused with rufus wainwright who is also good and interesting but totally different) if you're feeling folksy for songs like 'grey in l.a.' 'daughter' & 'dead skunk'
You got it! It's dead, it's in the middle Dead skunk in the middle! Dead skunk in the middle of the road Stinkin' to high heaven! All over the road, technicolor man! Oh, you got pollution It's dead, it's in the middle And it's stinkin' to high, high Heaven
the one where bk shows up 5 minutes after the end of the soccer game but d and i still agree that he has the worse ex, like WAY worse ya'll
the one where she calls back a second time just to hang up on him again, ya know, for emphasis