Dude, that's EXACTLY what I was freakin' talking about! That was like so nasty... ewww. His ass smelled like crap, his breath smelled like crap. He smells like crap. I should thow that damn thing in the washing machine and maybe dump some Febreze in there as well.
Anyway, yeah you do that. Except in order to do so you totally had to forget about your GF, and your employees, and they decide to rebel against you and hold your stash of Cuban cigars hostage until you come up with some decent gifts.
I wish tonight wasn't going to be some sort of random casserole night. I hate casseroles. Well, hate is a strong word. Okay it is a strong word. I hate them. WHY were casseroles invented? WHO would have so much HATE on the male species as to subject them to the blight of casserole? Is it some sort of Catholic thing? I'm not Catholic so I don't know. My family use to do them to so maybe it's a Midwestern thing that carried itself over to California.
Idaho, keep your damn casseroles, we don't want them here. We like Sushi. We like Prime Rib. You guys got Prime Rib. We got Sushi. We have something in common. We don't need your ******n casseroles!
Okay. I'm better. Go ahead and corrupt further. If you can.