Those something-pausing ladies have deemed me as the "Air Conditioning Girl". ExCUSE me if I like air. And the other girls ask me to turn it on when they're hot because I'm closest to the machine. So it's not only me, biotches.


It's okay. My fiancee is really hot. It was a rather good dream, I'd say. Now that I think about it, I think my fiancee was the guy Helen and I saw at Home Depot named "Tommy" who we thought was flamin' hot like cheeto. He was even hotter because he's doesn't know he's a good-lookin' one.


Dude, man in an orange apron. Hubba hubba. *drOOOOOOOOOL*