There's so much going on in this first date picture.  Gut touching table.  Guy in hammock kicking Hankins in the head.  The look on Coach's face somewhere between thinking "Oh shit, what did I agree to?" and "It's nice to get Mongo out of the care facility some times".  No nice French Toast, but an excellent meal choice for a Crohn's patient.  The disgusting thought of Hankins slurping that soup.  Weird wispy smoke/ wall stain by menu.  Did they split the check?  Knowing this was the best of several shots taken.  Does Coach have half a pinky?  Every time I look at it, I see something else.

I wish everyday a group of little nuggets would attack me. Fuck, truly would be the best day of my life after I shit stomp every one of them. It’s funny whenever I have to go to the mall to get something or pick up my oldest kid I walk thru staring at these groups of animals and tell them to shut the fuck up and pull their pants up. They never say a fucking word. They only pick on the weak. Always thinking about dressing up like an old man and saying it and see if they attack them have a blast beating ass.