The answer to every question I've been asked this weekend.
Anne and I went to see Jack White Friday night, and he turns it up to 11.
I'm sure the tinnitus will eventually leave.
We had weed smokers behind us, and a speed user in front of us.
Being rock n roll Anne and I split a beer, mainly because Anne forgot to bring her ID. I'm at the age where I don't want my wife to look 20.