next to the toffee tree

david is thankful for:

friends who take him to the symphony

friends who take him to olive garden

friends who open up their freezer and start throwing things into a bag for him to take back to his humble abode

friends who make him laugh

friends who never stop being friends

the fact that he has a warm bed to sleep in, plenty of food, and a nice university to go to

friends who drive out to his gassless car and fill its tank

the sandwich but

david is most thankful for friends with great lines like: “i can’t possibly hate anybodies dancing” — translation “give er biscuits white boy”

and just in case your wondering, after the day that i had, giving er biscuits felt pretty darn good.