Here is where you find out that I don’t know things. Decent looking girl comes up to me last night and says this:
“Can you let my cousins in? They’re coming in about ten minutes.”
“Why are you asking me if I can let them in?” I ask. “Is there something wrong with them?”
“Can you just let them in? They’re emo, but they’re so nice.”
“They’re emo,” she says.
“What the hell is that?”