Through a fury of talk, the HOPEsters completed another night. And this time, it included Betsy!
"You got my stuff? You got any more of this lotion, right hereah?" Oh, the voice was music to our chilled ears.
Coffee has been a highly appreciated new addition to our menu, so much so that we always run out; although, Gertrude said it was poison, and that I intended to do away with her with such poison. Not so.
Lindsay caught Clocks singing Selena Gomez.
And for some reason, I don't believe Reedy liked that I called his beard an Albino Beard.
Two visits to the tracks and three trains. That's a ratio of 2 to 3. Correct me if I'm wrong. I dare ya.