Real Goat


We just call it a sausage. As you may or may not know, Lindsay and I have hit a bit of a rough patch. I’m afraid I just blue myself. Now, when you do this without getting punched in the chest, you’ll have more fun.

I’ve opened a door here that I regret. Oh, you’re gonna be in a coma, all right. Steve Holt! I’m a monster. But I bought a yearbook ad from you, doesn’t that mean anything anymore? He’ll want to use your yacht, and I don’t want this thing smelling like fish.

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