Hey, great, if you’ve got enough free time to build a giant model of Minas Tirith out of matchsticks, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind looking for that retainer I lost in Tampa Bay when I was jet-skiing that one time in 1990.
Where in Tampa Bay? Oh. You know. Out towards the middle, or thereabouts. Yeah. The middle. Anyway, you’ve got time, right? Ha, ha, ha! Fake convivial laughter! Ha, ha!
Via The Daily What, who’s all like, “Hey, guy. Get a job.”