You look like one of those inflatable dancing things at the used car lot. The one’s that flail around in the wind.
It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia
I say this to my friends when we’re having a stupid argument.
When I’ve been dealing with customers and get back to the safety of the office, I relieve stress by chanting in this sort of fashion.
We were acting like British nobleman and then he couldn’t drop the she-male thing, so we got tarred and feathered for being Sodomites!
