than stepping out of the shower --the first shower you've had in three days, mind-- only to be greeted by the blood-curdling shrieks of a hysterical baby. OMFG.
What did he want, you wonder? Oh, you know, just to flex his muscle a little. Show me who's boss. Remind me who really runs the show, calls the shots, and all that. You think you can have ten minutes to get in the shower and wash all that curdled-milk spit up and baby pee off yourself? SIIIIIIIIIII-EEEEEEEEKE, bitch! Now feed me! It's been 20 minutes since I last ate, you know. WTF kind of cracker-jack milk bar you running around here?
And then he actually seemed to think that breaking out that Gatsby grin was going to earn him some points. Well, guess what, buddy? It did.
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