C: What are the boxes for?

Kyle: You’ve got to be kidding me. Really. This place doesn’t have enough room for another person! I swear, I’m kicking you out. You, and whoever the bastard is that’s moving in.

C: I don’t need to be kicked out though. I’m tired. I want my gin back.

Kyle: Your gin tastes like shit! You can take that and your snuggie, and ( Read more... )