pretzels. those bastards.
I was walking with my girlfriend down Franklin street a few weeks ago. I saw some pretzels on the sidewalk. We were talking about whatever we talk about, all casual and whatnot. All of a sudden, I ran over to the pretzels and started cursing at them and stomping at them. “Those damn pretzels. BASTARDS!” She was so startled from me doing that. I laughed. She kissed me on the cheek.
