From the Drowsy Mind of a Mouse

"Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, I get high with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends."
~ The Beatles, With a Little Help from My Friends

The guys (and some girls) and I were at Papa Gino's, but it seems like it looked, well, GOOD in there. Nice wooden feel to it. Anyway, I was there with my friends Dylan, Bridget, and Justin, although Justin isn't really my friend. I find nothing likable in him. NO MATTER! We, and some other guys, were all eating foods, and I got a hot dog. My dog, Arte, was supposed to get bacon with his meal and give it to me, but he didn't get any bacon.
We were all supposed to bring our own lunches as well. I don't know why. That makes no sense. However, some people, in that typical fashion of other people being unreliable, forgot their lunches. However, some did bring empty gift bags, so that was ok.

"lol sure, you can have my bacon. This makes perfect sense."