Val, stop getting too ahead of yourself.
Stop telling me what to do.
I think you should, I don’t think you’d want to be walking around with a chair stuck to your ass or a hole in your pants, right?
That’d be a fucking sight to see. I would literally consider killing myself.
Val, it wasn’t me. Calm the fuck down little girl.
I’m sorry what?
Maybe, Maybe not.
If it was you, I swear to god, We will fight right here, right now. You’re not ready for this.
At least it wasn’t super glue.
I don’t know if I should feel grateful for that.
It wasn’t me, I swear.
Don’t lie to me, Richards.
Whoever thought it would be funny to put lotion on my chair when I’m going to sit down should really step forward.
Oh, you know, gettin’ a boyfriend…
Excuse me, when did this happen Daisy. I’m gonna need every single detail possible.