Recently I went to Cari's party to celebrate Oregon's 150th birthday. The attendees were encouraged to dress in Plaid and/or Flannel. Two of my housemates also attended and I ran into them at the fire pit outside.
The question arose:
Nick and Tom were referring to the person who left two flannel shirts and a plaid vest on the dining room table that morning in preparation/to clothe the un-flanneled.
I should have responded thusly:
But I wasn't. I was the one who told Morgan (<-SCROLL DOWN) about Tom and Nick's feelings of flannel deficiency/cross-hatch inadequacy.
Then god sent punks to steal Nick's flask. And Cari felt really bad about it because she knows how much Nick likes bourbon.