i guess i must be driving myself insane
Laverne's crooked smile, her lopsided Ls, her off-kilter walk...
Well, obviously all these things bothered Shirley. She was type-A, and she knew it. One of them had to be! That was how it worked. Peanut butter and jelly, cookies and cream, milk and pepsi (well, pepsi and milk, rather, and probably jelly and peanut butter, except Shirley knew she wasn't very smooth, so PB&J could keep its natural order), and-- And Laverne and Shirley.
Laverne and Shirley. Shirley and Laverne.
Honestly, she liked it either way. So long as they were together.
And so long as Laverne was smiling.