If you were in my house right now, you’d see me sitting in front of the computer, working on the next entry of Quoted and trying to stifle my giggles as Esteban does dishes, wearing headphones and singing “Die muthafuckas die muthafuckas” from the Office Space soundtrack, sounding like the most caucasian man on the planet.
Oh dear. He just postulated sticking “somethin’ up he ass an he die”.
I may burst something from the restraint.
I am truly going to hell. Yes. Yes I am.
