The new place has a pool. How posh.

We’ve never had a pool, so it may turn out to be a big pain. Or, it just may turn out to be cool, refreshing awesomeness. Joe’s grotto.

Anyway, a week or two ago Joe got hammered, threw off all his clothes, and ran screaming out the door. Then he stopped, carefully put on his Coast Guard-approved personal flotation device, and – Aww Hell Yeah! – jumped into the pool wearing nothing but a drunken grin! And his floaty, because safety first, amiright?!

HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO PUT THAT DAMN CAMERA DOWN!?
I will #@%#&! destroy you.