i bet that's one fucking miserable-ass vacation right there.

ugh.

yes. all because of you, dorsey darling.

so anyway, dorsey -

what do you want. i hear you are deleting things and getting locked out.

sharon is my mother's landscaper. there's a whole thing about you being married. fucking creepy.

anyway, let me know what you did.

(wanders away muttering imperceptible vulgarities).