Yeah, so? Comes with running a store and trying to adjust to losing your right hand.
I’d help you, but I’m not the best at knowing what to do without being asked.
And I’m not a people person, let alone a load of whiny and demanding kids, so working is out of the question.
That looks like you’re kissing my wife. And it creeps me out.
Get a new wife then if it’s bothering you.
I’m so not in the mood.
Don’t call me Chicken.
Right, yes, of course. How could I forget.
You’re forgetful, chicken. Forgetful enough to forget how fucking glorious my mane is.
Because my hair is so beautiful on its own!
So you think.
I never understood why you always refused to let me style your hair.
I can’t believe you still have this.
My hair looks fantastic.