My friends are pricks. Oh. And it’s almost Halloween.
So, Halloween is coming up. I don’t have a costume. Didn’t, anyway. I’ve brought out my handy dandy sewing kit (you have no idea how crafty I am, Soxies. Seriously).
My friends are pricks.
Jeb just said the following to me (and I’m posting it for a little backup, people):
“I think you should go as a Boston Red Sox pitcher. You already have the outfit so all you need is case of Bud and a bucket of the Colonel’s finest.”
This is me last year:
Hopefully, this year it will take five days…
Seriously. Anyone have a witty comeback? Because Red Sox insults leave me speechless lately. And, in case you haven’t noticed, that is HARD.