Wouldn't it just figure that the pages with the most lines I've had to draw in weeks would come up on the same night that Dad and I spend hours driving around, trying to find a Monte Cristo sandwich for my birthday dinner?
We never did find one, but the place we ended up at did serve a Tower of Onion Rings: not exactly the same, but I can already feel it having a similar effect on my internal organs. Mmmmm... Tower of Onion Rings...
Forty - The Best Defense
