By now it's no secret, I'm sort of a dullard. I'm not a very adventurous person. I would rather sit in the basement eating cookie dough, watching my twelfth straight hour of Storage Wars than... say... expose my skin to a single ray of sunshine. I haven't gone out to check my mail in almost two months because I'm afraid I might experience a hi by simply breathing the untainted oxygen of the outdoors.
And my friends, Chris and Rob, are no different. I'm surprised we're able to stay in contact like we do, seeing as the energy it takes to type a single text demands at least an hour long nap and another tub of cookie dough.
And yet, call us crazy, we tried our luck this Friday morning. We braved leaving the comfort of our mother's basements, and I gotta tell ya, I don't see what the big deal is...
I mean, just look at this video documenting all the fun we DIDN'T have
