it must suck to think that you're going somewhere great, when you're really being dropped off to get your balls cut off. you end up falling asleep, then waking up feeling dizzy with stitches on your groin, with a cone around your head so you can't lick where it irritates you, and accidentally run into things because all you see is tunnel vision.
Dwight deserves a steak...and a beer. cheers buddy.
p.s. don't forget to go to this, next monday:
p.p.s. remember Punch Out?! peep:
for the wii! a;lskfdja;lskdfja;lskdfja!