Some things just beg to be contradicted. They teethe with a sort of irony that you just can’t withstand. My girlfriend and I have always been the kind of couple that, no matter how hard we try, cannot seem to withstand the urge to spend our time making each other laugh. Legal and laughable is quite a fine line with us.

We pulled up to the McDonalds in a beatup Honda Civic, headlights off and duct tape over the licencse plates. Slowly, but showing no signs of nervousness, we walked to the entrance. We stopped short of going in and glanced at the sign on the door.

No shoes, no shirt, no service.

A slow smile spread across our faces. I looked at her, gave her a kiss and a quick nod. We quickly dropped our pants and with grim determination, entered the restaurant.