Me, Joe, and Bill enjoying a sunny day waiting for the Ride to the Social Services office. Oh those mischievious playful littal girls and their icecreamed snacks. "Don't, Sally!" I spoke angrily. "Don't lick your little sister's ice cream! That's your little sister's icecream and it doesn't belong to you!" Good thing Joe was keeping me busy with his humorous musings. We went to the park that day and fed the quacks. We walked and we talked about our days in law school together. We shared a bite to eat at the local cereal shop, and we chuckled deviously as we watched the children play daintily amongst the playground attractions. We shared a gentle kiss and then we parted ways. Another simple day in the simple life of a simple man, but held solo in its own light is a shining gem that can be cherished for an eternity. Penis.