Daily Biggs morning, Sean Loyal will sit and spend 10 songs about flowers.

Coming up at 4.30.

But first time for a few emails for the men's room at KISW.com.

You've got mail.

You've got mail.

As far as what dropped, gentlemen want to share a rather memorable first date experience I had.

Picked up my date, and my buddy and his girlfriend came along for the ride in

the back. Ended up at Taco Bell. All right. Ordered our food, which included three large

Baja Blas and a small slushy. What is a Baja blast? It's like a mountain dew? Yeah. Okay.

As the cashier handed me the drink and the carrier with two large Baja blasts in the front, disaster struck the moment it touched my fingers. All the drinks spilled, soaking my lap and the car door. I then had to drive my date and friends back home to change to top it all off while I was changing. My mom found out my date was pregnant. Oh.

And gave me an earful later on.

Did you know your date was pregnant?

If that wasn't enough, a few months later, my car window fell down into the door and would not go back up.

Apparently, the sheer amount of Baja blast that had gotten inside had eaten away all the glue.

Oh, my God. And the sealant holding the window in place.

Fun times indeed.

Rock on, guys.

That from Justin.

You ever spilled that at a drive-thru?

I have not yet.

I remember me of my buddy years ago.

We went to McDonald's.

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