Once they get that dart out of his seat cushion, this is going to be trouble.

And you still wear faded blue jeans and those god-awful clodhopper shoes.

He didn't properly announce himself. Whatever that means. Bottom line - it's his fault.

I was. I'm the property owner.

I don't have anything against work. I just figure, why deprive somebody who really loves it.

We had a special test to see if there were any surfactants (such as dish detergent) in a sample.