Me: mmm cake. Man, I love cake.
Her: I want a pie of bread. Shit. I meant piece. Fucking C's, I am SO over C's.
And that's why we're friends.
Well that and she will go in a road trip through the deep south with me, including a Nascar rally. It'll be like Thelma and Louise, but without the sex and murder. Or as I call it, the white trash road trip 2008.