Winsome Pony is Winsome.
I MIGHT WANT TO SLOW DOWN?
BUDDY-ROO, I HAVEN’T EVEN GOTTEN STARTED.
I’M PULLING SIXTY-FIVE HOUR WEEKS AND WE’RE NOT EVEN CLOSE TO LANDING THE MCMENAMIN ACCOUNT. MY PROSTATE’S THE SIZE OF A FUCKING HONEYDEW. I GOT EIGHT KIDS AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM IS AN ASSHOLE. DON’T EVEN ASK ME ABOUT MY WIFE OR I’LL JUMP RIGHT OVER THIS LEDGE AND POUND THIS ICE-COLD BAD BOY ON THE WAY TO MEET THE ALMIGHTY.
THIS AIN’T MY FIRST CORPORATE RETREAT RODEO, CHIEF. I NEED TEN MORE BEERS AND A PORTERHOUSE, NOT A BABYSITTER.
NICE TALK, THOUGH. THANKS FOR STOPPING BY. I’LL SEE YOU AT THE TEAM-BUILDING SEMINAR.
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