The fellow in the white jersey (spectator, not player), is my friend Dale. He is Canadian, and I’m friends with him, so that proves I’m not racist. Dale has left NYC for the Great White North for awhile. Another thing about Dale is that there is no one on Earth who loves Weezer more. It’s ok. I get such joy from our daily texts that he can … wait for it… destroy my sweater.
Yes I am. A little but I’m not driving.
I just love their flip top heads. So practical when trying to brush those hard to reach molars.
Don’t call me guy, buddy!
Don’t call me buddy, guy!
i’m not your guy friend
You’re whatever I tell you to be. I’m the only real person. Everyone else is a hologram
Does not compute
Ok. You’re a lovely young lady. Who loves Weezer.