Kevin just called me to work, saying he needed my help with something, and I swear to God it better be good because I was trying to get my dad to stop downing bottles of peppermint schnapps.
Kevin and I had to deal with a major Karen and I wanted to smash her head in so bad, I'm not feeling good enough to deal with that shit. I get it your kids got a bit sick after eating the candy but IT'S NOT OUR FAULT, like get that through your damn head.