“Ass!” Hey, Billy. “I should stay in the past more. Look how much hair I got.” Mustache is looking well. “Betcha can’t guess what I use to condition it.” I totally can. “Guess.” Don’t want to. “Pussy juice!” I told you I didn’t want to. “Was that what you guessed?” Yes, Billy. Everyone guessed it. … Continue reading Honey, Disconnect The Phone