All right, I realize TPing someone is pretty juvenile. I know, all right? But it was Friday, we were tired, it was the last day Dane was going to be out, there's all this toilet paper in the bathroom just sitting there for crying out loud and we were starting to run out of ideas. I'm sorry, all right? Shame on me.
Dane will be back in Monday and he will most likely murder all of us at that time.