Gee, I wonder what’s taking that sandwich so long?

You're quite the domestic goddess. 

I know, I know, that Martha Stewart lady better watch out. 

She ain't got nothing on you!

Well she does hang out with snoop dog now. I think she’s trying to be all gansta‘ like me. 

And don't forget, she did do prison time for securities fraud.

Shizzat, so you’re saying I have to do time to catch up with her on my street creed’ ? I’ll just stick to making nail sandwiches I guess...

Sounds like a calling. You can always set up shop out of the trunk of your car until you save up enough for that food truck.

Or I could just use those wood things they ship things on instead of my car...i think they are called pallets? Then when I run out of nails just pull them out of those..BAM! Genius. 

That's fantastic. You'll have enough for that food truck in no time. I thought I heard Randy say that he'll be your first customer.

I’m sure he will be if he survies the night after eating his dinner I made for him :) This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at May 12, 2019 9:38 PM MDT

  How hostile of you.  Oh, I know: I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.   Grrrrrr.

You're losing it, man. 

"Nurse, give this patient an extra dose of Thorazine, stat!" 

  There's absolutely nothing wrong with me, and what nurse are you talking about?  This isn't a mental hospital, and I haven't been committed against my will for 72 hours of observation. 

(Hey, why is this jacket so tight, and why are the sleeves so long,?  My hands are all the way behind my back, and my fingers are restrained,  I can barely move in this thing.  And why are the walls in this place so soft?  Grrrrr.)

Just think of it as a little vacation, Randy. You'll get your tildes back once you're no longer deemed a threat to society. 

  Hey, is that lime Jell-O?  Yum!

~

See if I EVER make you a sandwich again.... 

REPORTED! 

  Don't think for a minute that you're the only sandwich-maker in my harem.  You can easily be replaced, you know.  DOUBLE REPORTED.

(Guards, away with this one!  Banishment!)

I’m not going to your bed chamber again...you’re just going to try and make me do weird things with mustard.

 Only the close-minded would pass up an experience like that one.

~

Please make him another sandwich. 

Okay, I’ll pack him one to go.

Fabulous. If you're running low on nails, I've got a bunch of rusty ones you can have. You're a culinary genius. 

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