since i have the evidence.

the day before my birthday 

was spent eating the biggest, most delicious scones

and cross fitting like woah in a public park

with the original flamingo stripper herself. 

aka: shay.

there are just a few things i'd like to clear up 

for those of you who think you know shay.

 she is not a giant.

in fact, she's not even close to being one.

she gives the most awkward hugs.

and when i say awkward, i mean it.

we're talking more awkward than the 

voldy + draco hug in hp.vii.pt.ii.

ducks are included in her bird-phobia.

yeah, it's real. 

she froze in place when we came across a colony of them
and i was laughing too hard to take a picture.

she will pressure you into being a stripper.

don't be afraid to say no.

her recap of the day is better/more accurate

than this mumbo jumbo.
but we both agreed on one thing,
our little friendship fits.
it works.
and the fact that we both like to talk, listen and be stupid in public
doesn't hurt it one bit.

oh, and she got a video of my voice
doing what it does best.
criticizing pda.
[public displays of "art." obviously.]