My neighbor is Jimmy. He is 45 and is the worst cart boy at Savers ever. He sleeps on a couch at his sister's house. Oh look! it's Jimmy's car. Jimmy like his car. He cleans it all the time.
|Time for some vent maintenance?|
|Such attention to detail, such focus|
But wait. Jimmy's not cleaning. Maybe he's tired from a long day of cart wrangling?
|Your blurriness is contagious|
Luckily, you got splashed and woke up before we could call these guys.
|Never there when you need them|