|Poor Jason... now he's got biohazard-iness all over his face.|
Oh yeah, for the record, I HATE Z... I don't even like to say the word.
Anyway, we got invited to a "[Z-word] Potluck" and I almost didn't go for this reason alone. Then, I decided it might be therapeutic to hang out with... them and maybe just get to understand them a little better.
No, it wasn't therapeutic. And now I can't look in mirrors.