Why, just the other day an on-again-off-again-adversary of mine was asking me if I could trust her, when only the night before we had been making passionate love with her face stuffed into a pillow because I was too lazy to find a blindfold and too dumb to leave my mask on. I'll tell you, I was in quite the pickle! So you know, I sez to Mabel I sez, Baby, I trust you if you didn't look at my face like I asked, because I have this pimple growing right in the middle of my nose and when someone looks at it it's like WHOOMPH - ice down the front of my pants. And so she rolled her eyes and was all, yeah yeah, I didn't look. I was all, are you sure? So she says yes, and well, whaddya gonna do? I watched her swing away from the rooftop, and I was like, damn, I could use a polygraph machine.
So you know. I know exactly where he's coming from.