Here we are at a really classy nightclub here in town (Purada), on the night before Kenny decided to shave his beard. All over my bathroom. It's okay, Kenny. Paybacks are hell.
I always wondered what it would be like to date someone who is really, really, ridiculously funny, and now I know. It's fan-freakin'-tastic. At least 738 times a day I burst into laughter just thinking about conversations we've had. Fuck Dane Cook.*
*I used to think that Dane Cook was my dream guy.