In honor of such a special event, I brough out my very best outfit for Brooke.
A little background for you folks: since early in our friendship, Brooke and I have had a running joke about black T-shirts. Brooke is of the opinion that a certain "type" of person wears a black t-shirt with the name and/or face of a country music star on it. I am of the opinion that I have one of those shirts and I do not smoke cigarettes behind the high school, nor do I have a mullet.
I do not wear said shirt ever, I just have it. Well, for our last supper I pulled it out of the back of the closet and put it on. I could barely contain myself, waiting for Brooke to answer the door. Here is her reaction.
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