Narrator: Sir, I have the receipts to prove otherwise. “You’re telling the story. If you’re not happy with my attitude, then change it.” Narrator: Fine . . . “Golly gee, what a fine day it is. Do you hear those birds chirping, the vibrant colors under their wings as they puff their feathery chests? It’s so beautiful, it makes me want to cry.” Narrator: That better? “Don’t fucking do that again.” Narrator: Then mind your own business and carry on.
