We moved from Arizona to Oregon, and we fear we will be cold forever.
Our day at the zoo involved raw meat, chicken poop, and a craving for more.
We went to a horse sale, and Milo only growled at a random stranger once.
Our CA trip was so sick, and not in a surfer-dude fun way.
I (I mean we) had to get rid of some of his (I mean our) stuff.
A personal profile, as written by a drunken primate.
We took a pickup instead of a wagon, but our town trip still took two days.