at lunch today every guy in the restaurant was on the cell phone with his buddies
what should I get her?
what did you get her?
what did she say?
should I have them delivered at her work?
back at the courthouse in the jury room:
all the women were complaining about how much money their guys spent on flowers (they wither and die, we could have fixed the car with that money, why doesn’t he ever ask me what I want, b–tch, b–h, b—h)
all the guys were like, is there any way to make you gals happy?
in the parking lot when they let us out is a guy selling roses and red balloons out of the back of his truck, he had a line of customers a mile long, he will make a mint tonite.