All while my stepfather's standing at the cart return with his hands on his hips going, "Huh." ("George, GET IN THE CAR!")

First you made me snort grape juice up my nose with that (it burns! Damn!) and then you pulled another one with, I know I can't wait for whores in my stocking.

Was that Bond in jeans? WTF!? Even if they are just casual photos, it's very strange to see.