I THREW IT ON THE GROUND.
We go to stuff on the world!
Wife burns manuscript for Book of Mormon. I'll rewrite it and add in polygamy.
"He called ME a churlish clapper-clawed dewberry?!" "The nerve of that villainous ill-breeding bum-bailey!"
It's the reason I get out of bed every afternoon!
How inhuman! They're taking me to the kitchen!
We see here the damage from excessive fapping.
This is all backward. I'm supposed to be sleeping it off while she sits and thinks too much about our relationship. And why is that? Why? Is it me? What have I done wrong? I don't understand...
Shhh! Let's all pretend Brad hasn't got a lampshade on his head.
Will you play a game of questions? Sure! Ha! First point goes to me!
It's flavored with my bitter tears.
No, in point of fact, this is a dubstep piece and I'll not have you calling it "house" in my presence again!