The Laughlins

I am catching up on a few old posts, but don't worry - I'll put the newest stuff up soon. Our friend Phil (in the solid white t-shirt) had his 24th birthday in January. We threw him a surprise party at our apartment. He even tried to back out on us, and we had to make him come. Anyways, it was a fun time, and we wrote him a group-effort poem collectively. Mine was really a limerick, but what can I say...I like limericks...they're more fun :)

There once was a man named Phil
Who lived on the top of French Hill
Allergic to sugars
And sodas and boogers
He ate only meat from the grill

If you knew Phil, it would make sense...