I'm going to Murray tonight with my girls, Tiffa and Toshya. There are a pair of boys there, and I think we're eating Velveeta macaroni and cheese. I know this all seems very disconnected, but I promise it made sense when it was planned last night.
Wes has green shag carpet in his living room. Also, a very out of tune piano that likes to make "A Thousand Miles" sound like the instrumental version of "Your Song" from Moulin Rouge. It's the truth. I dare you to deny me.