There can only be one!
Well, I’m pretty sure I’m going to Hell now. ‘Cause there is a Hell, according to the guy from Portlandia when he was in Easy A – “we recognize that there is a Hell… right below our feet, above the Orient. It’s there.” Not exactly the most P.C. way to explain where Hell is, but it gets the job done.
Anyway, the reason I mention that there can only be one Highlander is because my brother from another mother Sam compared me to Highlander in that I was a sick girl at work (still am, kinda) and I had to email out the company’s holiday card and no one else could (well, WOULD is the better word here) do it, so Sam said “there can only be one! sick girl that mass emails the holiday card that no one’s going to read anyway.” Highlander references just get you thatmuchcloser to my heart. Not that Sam could be much closer, since he’s been jammed in there for the past ten (10) years. So many memories with that one… fisticuffs, snowboarding, beer pong tourneys, dog park visits, hikes, bike rides, brewery tours, birthday parties, giant squid discussions, best hug evers, inappropriate quotation marks, illegally downloading music (hey – this is FOREVER ago), mocking hipsters, watching things move when they shouldn’t have been moving, lots of moving, laughing so hard at next to nothing… my best buddyroo. Love him like WHOA.
There can only be one – SamJam!
