Oh. Our. Respected. Gods. There are four of these douchebags.
Well look, we just can’t really muster the energy right now. (Holy shit, Napster still exists?)
We had a nice little weekend in the country with Mrs. Butterworth (So Thick. So Rich. And Still Just As Sweet!) and we are still bloody exhausted.
So, we’ll just say this: You four are like the penny…there are too many of you and you serve no use.
Pros: We are going to get drunk tonight because you exist.
