I lost it at the turnaround. What was my time?

"What? No--no, but it's my day off. Fuck...fine, fine. But you me big tim."

Go right ahead, make yourself comfortable. Might as well since you already invited yourself in.

"Please, come on in."

"Fancy a drink?"

So this one time I was sitting on my porch, smoking a joint and minding my own business, when my neighbor walked in my yard -- mind you, he was only wearing his robe -- and said, "hiya, darlin', i won't call the cops if you share." and that's how I met my birth father. No, I'm totally kidding. I'd never met the man in my life. Ah, I need a joint now, come to think of it. 

I thought this sort of drama only happened in public schools...