Here's the lowdown. In three hours, my shift ends, at which point I will be leaving and meeting with my ex-wife for a celebratory "best doctor in the city" date which is guaranteed to end in crazy hotel sex. I'm thinking six-inch heels, a leather mask, fishnet stockings. Who knows? She may even get dressed up.
— ...so we do married stuff.
— Fighting, bickering and the occasional quickie?
God knew my people would go through some struggles, so He gave us a lifetime supply of cool to compensate.
— Where do we meet up in heaven?
— At the milk shake pool on the lesbian cloud.
Everyone, this is my sister, Paige. I'd like you to meet random people I don't care about.
Keith, you're late, which doesn't surprise me because you're a bad person.
I was just glad to watch TV and, for once, not be in a world of crap.
— As a matter of fact, I'd... like you to be the boy's godfather.
— I... am honored.
— I... am lying.
— Hell, without anesthesia, you made it halfway through. I bet you could publish that.
— Maybe they'll put it in Almost Magazine.
I am your new friend, so suck it!