Dale and I first met in Orlando at a junk swap. Instantly my standard of living was improved. We hung out, went to pool parties, had animal pancakes and other such great fun. The sad part came in April when I returned home to Idaho and Dale stayed in Orlando to live it up and have adventures of his own. Finally, 7 months later and thanks to a pleasant visit from our friend Jared Soloman, Dale and I are once again kickin it. Yo.
The only problem is, it's December. Which means a lot of people have been disrespecting Dale a lot lately. It took a while but my roommates no longer call him Santa, at least not in front of me. But anytime someone comes to the door or comes over to visit we get asked, "whose Santa is that?" "Pshhhh!!! Not Santa. Dale. And he's his own." That's what I say. Anyway, if you do happen to stop by this Christmas season, or ever for that matter, please don't offend my friend as I will try not to offend you and yours.
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The Legacy of Dale Lives on here...there is still an imprint where he sat in my room!!! how about that. Long live DALE!!!
ReplyDelete*salute* i need to visit dale. i miss that fellow :) also, if someone calls him santa one more time shaun, you should punch em in the face. haha
ReplyDeleteI would only do the punching if I had a million dollars.
ReplyDeleteCan we boycott santa and let dale deliver presents?
ReplyDeletedude, i totally forgot about the "if i had a million dollars" song. and when i remembered it, it instantly became my favorite again. give dale my love.
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