Caught up in the sticky juices of amore Jerry: So I dunno, she's like, "Move your skulls to the basement 'cause I got these drapes." I don't even get that. I'm like "Honey, this is work." I can't...

Mr. Sticks: Are you serious?

Jerry: Yeah, I can't put 'em in the f"%*ing basement. I mean...

Mr. Sticks: No... No...

Jerry: And she's like, "Y'know, could you put a tarp over 'em also?"

Mr. Sticks: Oh, no way...

Jerry: And I just felt like, "No... I'm not... shit, damn it!"

Mr. Sticks: I got one at home just like it, man. Yeah, and I got a kid now and so...

Jerry: Oh, that's a whole other set of bullshit, I'm sure.

Mr. Sticks: Right, so Cathy puts the coats up right next to my preserved brain collection, and she wants me to move 'em because she thinks it's not hygenic.

Jerry: I don't understand how there's such a lack of appreciation for that backlight coming through the glass of the jars that the brains are in, and...it just looks cool.

Mr. Sticks: You've seen that?

Jerry: Why move it? That's the point of putting it next to the window! I'm sure you've explained that to Cathy, but she honestly doesn't get it.

Mr. Sticks: Right, because it's... Yeah... But there's no, y'know... I can't even argue with it.

Jerry: Ugh, f$%*ing ridiculous.

Mr. Sticks: So that's why I move to it...

(sees Shake)

Mr. Sticks: Hey isn't that that guy?

Shake: So what's with the toilet seat, right?

Jerry: OHH WHAT THE F@&%!!!

(picks up his axe)

Shake: JERRY, NO WE'RE COOL!!!






So...yeah, in other news...

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