Look at this poor guy, we’re not picking up a hitchhiker. He could very easily be a serial killer, and I don’t want to be late to mom’s wedding.
We got a nervous Nelly here, so this is going to sound like a funny question, but are you a serial killer?
You just emphasized the word “serial”, you’re still not saying, “I promise I’m not a killer.” We’ll give you a ride, but…
I probably should have told you a long time ago, I made up all those stories about your father.
That he died of colon cancer. I’m not sure who your father was.
I’ve spent my whole life trying to honor his memory. This means I stare at assholes for a living because of a fictional man’s colon cancer.
Could you pivot into plastic surgery or something less butt related?
Talk about a blast from the past. She had the tightest ass you’ve ever seen and a set of knockers… Damn near cost us the Super Bowl.