Of course she does! If that happened to me, everyone I know would be sick of the story by now. And I would STILL tell them again.
Dear Cloris Leachman,
We are all Drake.
Tiny bit less tiny now!
And there you are, climbing over people with a large beer, about to spill. How to remedy this? Cover it with a top — and don’t stop there. Stick a straw in it, and sip.
Yeah, that might not have been a “food truck,” strictly speaking. Stranger danger aside, GOOD CRAB!
Well, the delicous, greasy, Texas-Pete-covered deviled crab I just bought from some guy in a van says otherwise!
I knew my decision to ignore important work and comment on the everything at Jez today would pay off. I regret nothing!