i don't know what this had to do with cancer, but the guy in it reminded me of this girl that lifeguards with me. yesterday she asked me -
"what flavor croutons do you prefer in a caesar salad?"
"i like to give colors my own name. if you could rename this color crayon, what'd you name it?"
"if you could be a fairy or a fire breathing dragon, what would you be?"
this morning when i stumbled into work late, she asked me what's wrong
me: "nothing's wrong, i just had a little too much cuervo."
her: "what's koohairvo?"
her: "oh. do you need a hug?"