Yes, I am back from sailing-- Thank you to Miss Harmony Lane for attending that trip with me, I hope it was just as good for you as it was for me. Now, before you start flocking-- I know you missed me-- I'd just like to note on a few things:
This man is a delinquent.
If he asks you for alcohol, deny him; he will become a leech on your life and your bank account, no matter how many twins he offers you and he is more than potentially infested with a colorful array of sexually transmitted diseases. I know, I know "BUT TONY DON'T YOU HAVE THE AIDS?" No, actually, I don't. I am clean. That isn't an invitation, either.
Secondly:
QUE ES???
Seriously, don't bother. We had another asshole doctor here before, his name was Dr. Cox and he was more amusing by a landslide. This whole "I'm going to subtly hide my bitter, damaged nature behind cutting insults and sarcasm" spiel was so last year, get a new act. Speaking of being unnecessarily bitter over things that are none of your business-- Lisa, dinner?
Lastly, because of a recent conversation:
See how easy it is?
Despite being a (former) weapons dealer and having the knowledge I do of the industry and the general nature of guns and gun owners, I'm going to actually encourage you to just go ahead and see how easy it is to pull that trigger. Send me the video when you end up on Cops.
- Pepper, where are you? I'm hungry.
- Bruce, No more late night calls.
- Chuck, stop calling me dad.
- Steve, we need to talk; lunch? Your world, my world, whichever works for you.
- House, inb4 not-so-veiled insults.