I was raised in California. I did not have a backyard; I had a beach and a dock. I tell you this not to sound like a spoiled brat (though I probably was that), but to help you understand why the fact that I am currently halfway through shoveling nearly 30" of snow off my front porch, walkway, driveway, car, and sidewalk is driving me to the brink of a nervous and physical breakdown.
I needed a pick-me-up. I needed to laugh. I needed to feel a sense of superiority to at least a few other people in the world, preferably those who live in year-round warm climates. I turned, of course, to the Google searches people use to find our little slice of the internet here at Serial Drama. Mission accomplished.
could i date the girls of serial drama?
That depends. I need more clarification about the verb "date." Like, as you would a large tree? I can save you the ring-counting: I am at that point in my 30s at which I've stopped saying the specific age and just say "mid." Mallory, on the other hand, is only barely able to drive legally.
If you intended the more obvious usage of "date," then your query prompts additional ones, including: Both of us? What website did you think Google might send you to that would answer this particular inquiry? Is it wrong that I'm slightly flattered by your search?
love issues: uncle and niece dating
Also, "congrats" to Days for having more than one storyline that led to this disturbing search actually correctly leading someone to our site to explore this issue in more depth. (And hey, since Max is coming back to town, we might have more uncle-niece romances to document.)
bob guza must be destroyed
I like the way you think. His role tends to be that of destroyer, not destroyee, but if we work together perhaps we can expand his destruction repertoire.