A typical Monday. Zombie Truck-Driving Maniacs! South Pole Penguin Love! That's a stupid eco-friendly chick documentary! Insipid, mindless, violent zombie crud! Negotiations commence, nearly a week before date night. Wimp! Blockbuster head!
Sadie, remember when you loaned me your car so I could drive my uncle Mort home? Of course. I was there. And remember how you didn’t ask me NOT to drive your car 80 miles to the Apple store afterward? Wait … Remember how you didn’t ask me NOT to fall asleep and crash it into a vengeful grizzly bear's favorite tree? I forgive you. Throttling will commence after I finish this chapter.