I know what you're thinking. You're thinking "Yay! Val's finally going to tell us a wild college drinking story in which she makes out with some random long-haired guy in a bar!"
You are wrong, chillens! I do not even know that guy! Plus he was not a very good kisser anyway!
That's not the story at all.
Do you want to know what it schwas? Allright. I'll tell you what it schwas.
A couple of weeks ago, I'm walking out to my car in the morning, and I notice something on the ground. It's a flathead screwdriver with a green handle. So, like any red-blooded american, I picked it up and put it in my pocket.
A couple of days later, I'm coming home from work, and as I go up the stairs, I see something. This time, it's a multi-head screwdriver (yes I'm giggling for saying the word 'head', thanks ^^ ). So, like any red-blooded american, I pick it up and put it in my pocket.
The next day, I had to take the garbage out (yes, I *do* occasionally take garbage out!) So, I put my bags of garbage into the dumpster, and I happen to glance up, and there, on the edge of the lid of the dumpster, is a phillips-head screwdriver.
So, like any red-blooded insatiable american thief, I picked it up and put it in my pocket.
What is the lesson we've learned here?
Do not leave your tool where I can find it.