todd

another thing about last night. to understand why it's special, you have to understand our landlord todd. we've seen him trying to do yard work drunk at 2am. he works in his dad's chiropractic clinic, and he lives in the house next door. when something breaks, he has to call his aged dad to come over and fix it. he's super nice and has a ponytail and a bulldog named otis. we've never seen todd smoke, and he never talks about it, but clearly the man smokes a lot of pot. he's the definition of the lovable fuckup stoner. well, frank said he talked to the taller of the two no-makeout girls from my last post. she said she lives two doors down (on the other side of todd). hey, she's our neighbor! so they swapped todd stories. she knows otis. we've seen him drunk. she has smoked with todd. mother of god, she smoked with our landlord. wait for it...wait for it...boner!

so she told frank to stop by anytime. i think we should bring a present. any suggestions? what kind of gift says "be our friends"?