When you three first got here, you were as worthless as hen shit on a pump handle

I ran into a couple of bros after the wedding on Saturday night. We spent about an hour talking about how we are going to get off of our shitty paths and start our own agency to represent artists. This could easily be one of those nights where we look back ten years later and say, "that was the night we became millionaires." Or, more likely, it will be a night where we look back and say, "holy shit, remember how drunk we were that night? Yeah, pass the Cheetos."

Here's hoping it was the former. Wonder Twin powers--activate! Form of: person with a future.