What are you?

Are you okay?

I'll be fine.

If I could get a real drink around here.

Uh huh.

Uhh!

There's some right here.

Thanks, Uncle Bob.

You know what?

My God, Uh, up.

I'll get to fuck you!

Fuck you!

You fucking bitch!

Is your face as a joke?

Are you just gonna stand there like a big lump?

I love your sweater.

I'll get you around.

Go get me a rag.

Because you got so many of those lying around here.

Fucking burp cloths.

Whatever.

You know, the funny thing is, I could have had this party a long time ago.

This exact same party?

Yeah, Buddy and I were together for four years and we were inseparable.

Jan knows, Right?

Jan.

Tell him you don't bother it.

ISS silk.

It's fucked.

Navis, sweetheart, Mother, I'm trying to tell the story here.

Yeah, buddy got me pregnant.

A 20 and we were going to keep it.

Mm.

We were gonna have a little baby and all naming party and a fun query.

Um, and all of that.

And then 12 weeks into it, well, I had buddies miscarriage, which I wouldn't wish for anyone.

You know, maybe if things were just a little bit more hospitable down south in my broken body.

But he and I would be here right now with a teenager and probably even more kids because we always found each other always right, Jan.

Tell him the fuck way.

Yeah.