Word. WORD. T-Go knocks one out of the park. (And unlike the rest of the fucktards, I actually know T-Go, which is why I know that he loves it when I call him T-Go, despite the fact that nobody else does and I’ve never done it before right this second, but it’s still awesome to be called T-Go. Yes.)
5. I hate that you poke me. Don’t fucking poke me. I don’t like it when my wife Wendy pokes me. Why? Because it’s annoying. Small, lost children and homeless people poke you. Do you want to know why? Because they don’t know you and they want something. What do you want? Huh? What the fuck do you want?