Does she ever not have the time of her life no matter where she is? I swear she could be chilling in Slumdog Millionaire’s neighborhood, and just start cat daddy-ing, dougie-ing, and start making everyone smile. It’s love. And it’s real this time I swear.
And is it weird that I have a thing for girls that love baseball and wear hats to the games? I know there’s a lot of you out there. If you fit the description, I’ll be the tall, dark, handsome, and extremely drunk gentleman wandering State College next weekend. Hit me up.
PS – Verlander’s face at the end… epic. Not even trying to hide it.
