So, ajax and I are hanging out the other night.
He heads to the fridge to grab a Coke, and comes back with a serious expression on his face.
[ajax] Well, we have a couple of options.
[clee] What?
[ajax] There's only one Coke left. So, we can-
[clee] Fight. To the death.
Good times. (Obviously, I won, since I'm here to blog about it.)
