A quest to make sense of it all. Or a sense to make a quest of it all.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

I don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.

This post is relaying a hilarious, interesting, relationship-altering night in Sheffield. It's G-rated and there's nothing incriminating about it, but trust me that it doesn't need to be public. Also trust me that you wish you knew about it. Oh, man. Do you ever wish you knew.

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