I'm lost

Without Joel, I have no one to tell me what to do. For the past four days, I've been sitting on the couch, wearing pajama pants, eating chips and cursing the television set. I haven't been to work since last Friday, and the damn phone calls are starting to piss me off. I have crumbs scattered throughout the hair on my chest and I need someone to wipe my ass.

Where the fuck is Joel?

Jooooooooooeeeeeeeeeeeeeelllllllll!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm starting to go insane. The animals are talking to me. They're inviting me to an all-night kegger in Leslieville.

Damn it. There's some scratching at the door. I'll be right back.

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Sorry guys, Dane is one of us now. Drink your beer Dane. Use the funnel Dane. Say goodbye Dane.

bye.