Alright, but this is the last time.
Stop swearing, you’re wearing on my nerves.
I put enough effort just into deciphering what you’re trying to say.
What did you just say to me?!
You watch your mouth. Your inconsistent mannerisms leave no reason to ever say that word.
To what your house?
Saturday would be fine.
Alright! Tomorrow night it is!
Thanks, Boscov.
Maybe a little.
Sweetie’s back home with me, and I want to make sure I spend some time with her too.
So maybe either Saturday or Sunday evening, whichever works better for you!
Uh… I’m sorry. Maybe you should stay away from them.
Believe it or not, that hasn’t happened yet.
The one time I stayed with Boscov for the night, I slept in the guest bed.
I’d call it word salad, but I think they have to be actual words to qualify.
How are you?




