The old man is downstairs getting drunk and listening to John Denver.

I'm the wacky fat guy who's always quoting Ace Ventura and Ghostbusters. Always the sad clown.

Should I quit my job and dtart selling patio furniture off the highway in San Diego?

I need a few things from the grocery. I do things alone now mostly...

Why do I have to go to work?

Went to visit the old man to watch a football match and a by my beard I don't think I have ever heard anyone spew out at many racist epitets

What is like having a friend?