Can it still be considered "Retail Therapy" if I was already in a good mood and just wanted some new shit?
After waaaay more debate and research than I am willing to cop to, I have finally ordered my new official baseball cap. I can tell you are all very excited.
And here it is:
I had to stick with the Blue Jays again. I just didn’t realize that there were 548,754 different types of Blue Jays caps.
I also, with an assist from Christie, ordered a couple of t-shirts!
Ooooooooooooooooooooh. Even I’M going to want to seduce me in those. It would probably go a little something like this:
Peter: You look good tonight.
Peter: I feel terrible. Unshaven. Hair is a mess.
Peter: It’s natural-looking.
Peter: Yeah right. I’m going to get some sleep.
Peter: But, I was thinking…
Peter: Oh, I KNOW what you were thinking.
Peter: It’s been a while…
Peter: Well, maybe if you talked to me once in a while.
Peter: I’m talking to you right now.
Peter: You can’t just turn it on and off. What do you take me for? A whore??
Peter: I wouldn’t say that. Though if you were a city in southwest France, you’d be Toulouse.
Peter glares at Peter.
Peter: OK. Humour clearly wasn’t the way to go. I know that now.
Peter: Good. Night.
It would actually go like this:
Peter: You wan–