Woody: Pour you a beer,
Woody: Pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: Alright, but stop me at one. Make that one-thirty.
For anybody who doesn't know, Bob is moving to Connecticut. Because of this we went out one last time Friday night and, as customary for us, ended up having a strange adventure. The night was going smoothly enough until our ride home decided it was time to pick up "creepy guy" and "annoying guy" then go out for a burger. The high point of the night was when "Creepy guy" started shouting obscenities at the top of his lungs for no apparent reason while we were in the car. I say this was the high point because it took place right before he put his arm around me started singing. Listen here guys, don't be creepy. It's just not cool.