whenever beebs is in town i borrow his Fisker

fisker

and since it was ali’s birthday i was all, yo lemme taker to dinner in it. he was all, sure

so we had a few hot dishes, a few cold ones, she told me about what fun she had at work

we talked about how much different her thanksgiving is gonna be compared to mine.

i learned she doesnt like really big bedrooms

which is weird because ive never understood houses that have a lot of really small ones,

then peter turned the lights down, but only to tell everyone the credit card machine was broken

ali bday

later he turned them down again to tell everyone it was ali’s birthday

and he brought out this ice cream that was sooooo good

it was like a peach sherbet with a hard shell and because he reads the busblog

he put a nice hostess ding dong on the plate but waved his magic Kanpai wand on it

and it was ten times more delicious somehow.

then we sped the fisker through the venice streets

never once thinking about the bears terrible performance.