But Haggard didn't give up. Some force, some energy propelled him to continue to chat with Willow. He even took a bath.
Finally, he worked up the nerve and asked her out on a date, which took place for several hours on the sidewalk outside a night club.
After getting romantic, things went inside, where they sat at the bar like strangers and then danced for hours.
Until Haggard abruptly walked off the dance floor and outside to do what he does best.
Facebook must remain unflagging in its vigilance against titties even in these troubled times of rising fascism.
It needs to consume human tissue! It needs to speak to your manager!
Reason 9: Ongoing mechanical issues with the internal Superman 64 fog machine.
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