You might want to take a close look at the little red pills too. I won’t name names, but somebody took them with a bottle of 151, and they didn’t stay down and…
Jeff, you seriously need to clean this place up. Your guests made an absolute mess of the place.
Trust me, the milk is the least of your worries.
Wait till you get to the shed out back. I had nothing-NOTHING-to do with it. I have no idea who the dead hooker is, she just showed up after Andy satrted ranting, I swear she was wasted. And the dolphin meat?
Dead hookers show up at this place way too often. Quite frankly, Goldstein, you’ve got a Zombie problem and you’re place is woefully unprepared in terms of defensive weaponry. The next time you leave, please take care to place a couple of Sawed off, clip fed, 12 guage shotguns around the house in strategic locations. Also, leave us the code to the satellite. All the channels were locked out and McGehee wanted to watch the Oxygen channel.
Bill, he found the breast milk.
You might want to take a close look at the little red pills too. I won’t name names, but somebody took them with a bottle of 151, and they didn’t stay down and…
Anyway, if I was you I’d rather drink the milk.
Jeff, you seriously need to clean this place up. Your guests made an absolute mess of the place.
Trust me, the milk is the least of your worries.
Wait till you get to the shed out back. I had nothing-NOTHING-to do with it. I have no idea who the dead hooker is, she just showed up after Andy satrted ranting, I swear she was wasted. And the dolphin meat?
No idea, not one.
That apple though, what a talker..
Dead hookers show up at this place way too often. Quite frankly, Goldstein, you’ve got a Zombie problem and you’re place is woefully unprepared in terms of defensive weaponry. The next time you leave, please take care to place a couple of Sawed off, clip fed, 12 guage shotguns around the house in strategic locations. Also, leave us the code to the satellite. All the channels were locked out and McGehee wanted to watch the Oxygen channel.
All the channels were locked out and McGehee wanted to watch the Oxygen channel.
Liar! What I said was, “I need oxygen!”
The stench in here at that point was worse than anything I’ve ever endured—admittedly, only because I’ve never been downwond of Michael Moore.
Well, it helps if you don’t put the rotten carton back into the fridge (verification excuses unacceptable here).
Very glad to see you back and craving more Richard B.