"HA!" Jen started to laugh hysterically as

"HA!" Jen started to laugh hysterically as Connor rolled his eyes. "Even though it was my first time doesn't mean you have to give me crap about it."

Driving a shift stick is hard, especially for a seven year old prodigy who couldn't reach the pedals. Luckily Jen and Conner were there to

give the little guy some driving pointers. They explained what the signs meant and how to check his mirrors but unfortunately, the tyke couldn't see very well being so short and he

wore sunglasses all the time because he had this rare disease where his pupils were constantly dilated. He was a hit at eye exams but the rest of the time

and finished their drinks. Even if the fame was intoxicating, they were going to need a whiskey back to make it to his car. The flinchers were the worst. Their expression belied

token aggravation. This was not a town that liked Homies. They were odd balls hopped up on the latest chemical enhancements. Perfect zeroes who had won stuff but not

valuable stuff. These were the kind of losers that even carnies felt sorry for. Just then, Joyce DeWitt (the brunette) from Three's Company exclaimed from the loudspeaker, "Hey!

All you jelly-filled pansies had better vote for me in the Favorite Has-been's category!" I looked at my dachshund, Daisy, who absentmindedly continued licking the purple

velour couch, ignoring all else around her. That's my Daisy, so wise. She's my spirit animal mentor. And so, I followed her lead and began to lick the furniture as well.