What do you get when you cross Mr. Bean and Justin Beiber?
There is NO other way.
You can choose to live your life with the joy of the front row or solemness of the third row.
There is a slim difference between the two. What do you think? Maybe, just maybe I was born in the wrong decade.
I can NOT wait for the day that my total at a restaurant is $26.86 or any amount ended in 86 cents so I can leave Pi as a tip.
How clever is this?