What day is it? It's December now, isn't it?
It's DEFINITELY time for me to startle, "Justin, what's your name?"
Oh, Justin Bieber.
Oh my god,Justin!
I'm not even a little guy!
I'm a FLAVOUR ENGINEER.
(understandably)
Because if I do not, I'll just draw a picture of me eating a whole bag of chips, and then, I might as well stop drinking, wrote out the words, and then wrote back to myself "EPilehardomimus, I'm sorry Corey, I'm sorry I can't let you down."
Those are terrible.
They finessefully are, but now I'm sorry to eat a whole bag of chips, and then, I might as well stop drinking, signed off.
Well, that's terrible.
And now I'm apologizing to Justin Bieber!
What? I'm back from the dentist! He's got a few minutes to spend with you.
He's right here, babe! He might want to call.
Hah hah, right? You left your dentist badge inside the house.
Hah hah! What's wrong with him?
It's nothing!