Ryan’s Roommate: hey, we should go to that bar Homme. It’s supposed to be like, a home away from home. Hence the name!
Me: um, that’s not what Homme means. And Homme is actually-
Ryan: shhh, let him figure it out when we get there.
Laurel: I’ll go get my pussy shirt.

You apparently learn a lot of things when you’re faced with endless boxes, a truck and several hours of moving crap around in 110° F heat. Such as:

• bank boxes are really the best moving boxes.
• when I’m frustrated, I talk really fast with a British accent.
• when someone gives you the option to move boxes of comic books or large ceramic statues, pick the statues.
• bad days = when it’s so hot outside that ice cream immediately melts. An instant pool of mint chocolate chip is rather disgusting.