So I was standing out in the cold huddling with terracanta and maid-en-china and a couple of others while waiting for fieldofbeans to come back and let us inside when the conversation suddenly somehow turned to hooker boots. Things went downhill from there. You know who you are this is your fault.
Look at all these wonderful things you miss while not with us, Bean.
To the other irl friends whose dash this is invading…uh…there is context. But I’m not sure that makes it much better. Let’s leave it at that. OTL