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| (Oh, shit. There’s that oafy bastard, Bill Reynolds.) Hi, Bill! (Hope he doesn’t invite me to his barbeque again.) | |
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| Hi, Rog! Having a barbeque this weekend, wanna come? (Please say no, please say no, please say no.) | |
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| (Shit, I’ve turned him down four times already, and I dooo need him to watch my dog next month while I'm away on vacation.) Wouldn’t miss it! | |
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| See you then! (Least I’ll get to see that hot piece of ass he calls a wife.) | |
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| Looking forward to it! (Least I’ll get to see that hot piece of ass he calls a son.) | |
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