Bananas and blow.

Holy apeshit freakout, girls and boys! This summer is completely passing me by. I still haven't: gone camping, pumped a watermelon full of vodka, been on a boat, made sangria, gone to a pool, eaten tomatoes from the garden, used up my sunblock, gone to Film on the Rocks, watched the sun set from a mountain, been to the symphony in the park, had a picnic, played golf, skinny dipped, stayed up all night, gone fishing, been to Mishawaka for a show, gone tubing, bought flowers for my house, made a kickass potato salad, gotten enough freckles, read trashy novels on a beach, sat around a bonfire, thrown a big blowout, or eaten enough fruit.

What in the lord's good name praise jesus hallelujah to your mother is wrong with me?