I felt a little embarrassed last night when the woman I was dancing behind bent over so I could grind, but then I realized she had just dropped her credit card, and that nobody else in the check out line at Wal-Mart could hear my iPod but me...
Dad: Son, we have to talk. Me: What is it? Dad: You were adopted. Me: Oh my god… Really?! Dad: Yup. Get ready. They’re picking you up in about an hour.