The following story, like almost anything you read on the Internet, is 80% untrue.
One of the hot waitresses from Boston Pizza came in and I was all like, "Hey."And she was all like, "Hey, what's my voice mail code?"
And I was all like, "I'll tell you if you tell me the code to your heart."
Then I was all like, "Hey why did you slap me? Now I'm crying."
She was like, "You wuss. Give me my voice mail code or I'll kick your ass."
So I was like, "10804."
I think it's love.
