Come, loser, to the best.
Julia and I ate at this cool little chinese fusion fast food joint tonight. We got fortune cookies afterwards. Her fortune said exactly this:
"Striving for the best will bring you loser to the best."
There are no typos in the sentence above. That's what it said. As you can imagine, I' cannot WAIT to say stuff like, "Bring you, loser, to the kitchen!" and "Bring you, loser, to the bed!"
She's gonna hate it, but it's TOTALLY the funny kind of hate, so it's cool.
Also, I'm amazed that no one has commented on the fact that I work with a guy who has never heard of a tamale. I'm disappointed.
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