Despite the fact that I've been driving around with not one, but two of his CDs in my 6 disk changer for probably close to a year now, I just remembered just how much I fucking love Ryan Montbleau. Like, let's run away to Vegas and get hitched Elvis style love. Tattoo his name in a heart with an arrow on my left ass cheek love. Sure, I'll blow you while you watch football and then go make you a sandwich love. Yeah. It's that serious.
I know it's legit too, because he is a short person, and usually they make me uncomfortable. And also, I bummed a cigarette to his drummer, and later on in the night said drummer wrestled my friend Katie on the lawn in front of the bar.