I wonder if this mold could be dangerous. I try to light a match. I try the second, producing a stinky flame. Jesus requires a minimum purchase, as everyone knows. My complete set of the first season of The Awful Truth has arrived.
Friends come over to watch.
We order pizzas, drink mixed drinks, decide it's reasonable to wait 90 minutes for the pizza to get here. Some time later, I realize that while The Awful Truth is hilarious, some segments are so sobering that it's really not proper for a Friday night get-together. I ponder my inability to be a slick social organizer, and wonder if it goes back to that decision to make the Snowball Dance story my lead story. But soon, The Grotto pictures will be developed. Kelly and I will be famous.