Act like it, okay, Lance? Don't fucking myuhmyuhmyuh...and drink this, but only this. You don't want to be hungover tomorrow. Where the fuck could she be? God, I feel sick to my stomach.

I know what you can do. You go home and fuck her brains out. Then you take your penis and smack her in the face with it, and you say, "There's some wood, bitch!"

Of course I'm with you. I was with you before we were even born.