Man, you all love to talk about my dead wife's tits on here.

Tsk. Don't know why, but I've got a hunch this is ever so more appropriate right now.

That's upsetting.

Can't even eat somewhere in peace without this chick appearing... Ma'am, we already had a talk - you can stop followin' where I've been.

It was Father's Day recently. Man, what a nothin' burger of a holiday.

I believe myself to be able to beat this level with my own strength.

So, uh, yeah - yeah, no, that's cool. I'm not mad at all. It's not like my drought's been the longest. Yeah, it's fine.