They say people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. But maybe people who live in stone houses shouldn't throw glass. They should throw parties.
It's 1999 and there are beers on the wall. The stone walls not mended, the mended walls not stoned.
"Another brick?" she asked.
"Another beer," he said.
She opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle. An IPA from Stone brewing.
"Throw me a Stone and I'll give you a rock," he said.
"Zub Zub, are you askin' to marry me?" she said.
"Only if you got a heart of glass."
"Blondie didn't invent fate," she said.
He smiled.
"Gimme a glass for this Stone and let's party."
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