Neat. Another thing to stare creepily at us while we have sex.*
- (No, Brenda, it doesn’t need to be with us all the time. Five minutes in the hall won’t kill it. No, the dog watching us while we do it is not cute. Look, I’m going to put it outside. I’ll be right ba…what to you mean you aren’t in the mood anymore? I am not mean! I am not the reason the cat left, Brenda! How am I the bad guy in this? No, I’m not saying it’s your fault. Fine, I’ll sleep on the couch. Oh, now you want the dog to come with me!)
