I did not like being invited to a threesome by a soccer mom while you just stood there and laughed. It was uncomfortable, man. I mean, seriously. What grown woman grabs a man's ass and calls it "sampling the produce?" And I left smelling like fuckin' potpourri and cinnamon pinecones. Worse than that candle store shit in the mall.
We're custom ordering shit exclusively from now on. Even if we're on a tight schedule. Not going back. You cannot make me.