So right now I'm in the process of cleaning my room. And guess what I found, my Valentines brownies. Here's the story. There was this girl named Heather that worked at Pappadeaux a while back. She was pretty good looking. Anyway, she was always flirting with me. She would grab my ass and bite my ears, and she would do it in front of our guests which I thought was weird. So Valentines day rolls around and she asks me what am I getting her. I replied by saying that I hadn't really planned on anything. Then like friggin' Harry Houdini, she pulls out this brownie cake that she had bought for me. The next day I bought her a stuffed teddy bear. Fastforward to like 2 weeks later. I ask her out on a date and you know what she says? " I can't go out with you, I'm engaged." Say what?! I learned my lesson.

Well I must go and take defensive driving. Stupid cops.