"You know what I wish I had invented? Water. I'd be rich!"
Woulda, coulda, shoulda.
My roommate just called me and asked if a Guitar Center magazine on the table was mine. I hung up and texted him, "Dumbest phone call ever."
The best part is, when I act like this my roommates love me even more. Because they know when I say dumbest phone call ever, what I really mean is, of course you can read my magazine. Keep it, or make oregami or make clippings for a guitar shrine out of it, knock yourself out!