Once upon a time, in a club far, far away, a group of friends and myself did what any young adults do…we went drinking. Everyone in the group was drunk except for this tall, funny, fine ass man and myself. Through out the night, we didn't have a chance to talk, but we have a God with a good sense of humor. This mans friend made a very stinky mess in his car of what I can assume were alcohol and appetizer remains. That led Rosemary also know as ya girl writing this, to come to the rescue. Of course, my cleaning services weren’t free so he offered to pay me with a girl’s best friend…food. We hit up our local Steak and Shake, and now is when the real story begins. My basic vanilla milkshake came with a cherry, I have never liked cherries, and so I offered him my "MILKSHAKE" cherry. He expressed that he loves cherries, so me being the good Samaritan that I am told him and I quote, " you can have my cherry anytime you want ;)". So here we are, a few cherries later...