"Yes, she loves Obama, but does that mean a pair of socially liberal, fiscally conservative pink shorts from J. Crew can’t turn her on?"
"I politely coughed, to alert the baristas to my impatience, and they didn’t even look up. It pierced me to my core."
You know, I’ve tried to be sympathetic. I really have.
There’s both a short and a long way to share my tale and the lessons it imparted on me. The short way is as follows: why go to Van Pelt with a pound of weed in your bag? Go home and smoke your weed.