Just a quick dose of Ian-isms today.
The other day you and I were driving down the road and passed this billboard for a fancy-ish restaurant here in town.
So much for that fancy restaurant seeming fancy to you...
A few days later, you and I were getting out of the car when you poked yourself in the eye with your book or something. You stood there for a second, holding your hand over your eye and doing your "man breathing" to tough through the pain. Then you said, in a disgusted tone:
"Great. Now I'm going to have to be a pirate."