Charlie Don't Clean Up Stuff
Whoa! What's that? A twist worthy of M. Night Shamalamadingdong. Or maybe that one time I got a twist ice cream cone: half chocolate and half Absolute slushie. It tastes like shit, but damn, it'll get ya hammered. Also, never punch nuns. The cops never understand, and the Vatican frowns on it, and then they make you pay for all those parking tickets you got when you moonlighted as a taxi driver last summer. With a gun! With a gun.
Anyway, I'll see you kids on Thursday, yeah? Yeah.