Next month you will finally get to go out to dinner with your family. Here’s how it will go:
Mom: I’ll have a glass of wine
Brother: Can I have a Coke?
Dad: A beer please.
You: Can I have a Vodka White Claw pitcher please?
Dad: That’s it, you’re not going back to Binghamton.
My girlfriend complained that her fries weren’t curly enough so I gave her my curliest fry. She was so happy you would’ve thought I pulled out a ring and proposed. Girls are more simple than we were led to believe.