If you'll notice the arterial nature of the blood coming from the hole in my head, you can assume that we're all having a real lousy day.
"Omggg I can't believe they make you work on Easter! That's awful... ... anyyyywayyyys, I'll get a double gecko burger, and uhhhh, a side of quail eggs and a large diet Dr. Weasel... thanks!"
I'm a 6'1" man with size 3 feet which means every time they measure my feet at a shoe store, the Brannock device tells me I'm not a man
Great, well, in that case, we can call it and give everyone some time back. Thanks all.