The door opens and enters the love of my life. But she also enters with a strange and handsomly geeky man. How could I compete? I must entertain her to win her heart. The only way to do this with the heathen in the small box we currently occupy is to talk. They’re talking now. Oh god, what do I say? I know, I should talk about condiments. But all the best jokes about condiments are taken,  and I’m sure she has heard them all. But has she heard my mayonnaise story? No, I believe she has not. Yes, I shall tell her. The words run out like I have diahrea of the mouth. She seems annoyed by my speech, but oddly the strange male seemed to like my story. He seemed almost enthralled with my butt grabbing. It has been a habit of mine since I was little. All the people in this place are weird and I often thought I was the sanist one. I didn’t know why she wanted to go down so much. Wanting to go a place that is not allowed is so much funner.