I’m late and they’re already sounding restless. Should I never return please . . . tell my wife . . . to return the movies before Saturday . . .
Is this like going to see a man about a horse?
You let them get restless? Oh, you’re done for now. You’re gonna wake up tomorrow with a horse’s head in bed with you. But it’ll still be attached to the horse, and he’s gonna be biting the crap out of you.
I’ll also take this opportunity to notify your wife that she needs to return the movies, rather than placing them in your casket.