I worked at the shop today with Po, and after he typed in a Bob Dylan song in 'Pandora' we ended up getting lost in the 70's all day. Afterwards, Chad (the dude who can build ramps and stuff) said, "look man!" And we saw marshmallows bouncing around in the sky. At that point I started feeling ancy, and suggested we head to Soto Santis to top off the morning to ya with a nice pitcher of brewskie.
Once we got to Soto's, we found this man sleeping there.
He than began having conversations with himself.
At that point I started peaking.