I, David Paul Mosley, do solemnly swear to stop saying “what can I do ya for?” when answering the door to solicitors. Not even if they beg me to. I will just flat out refuse to say it, bud. No more, dawg.
wyd if you’re on a date with this girl but Mr Chedda calls and says “Ay! We got a problem over heya! Brie-lieve it or not we got too much chedda at the Cheesecake Factory and I need you here ASAP in queso the feds show up and start askin questions”