Well... where is everybody?
You guys expect me to get up early and throw firewood in the stove, start the coffee and then look fresh when you crawl out of bed at noon-thirty.... ...Well Bull shid... I ain't doing this anymore. I think I am going back home to live with Momma...
I’m not joking... none of you treat me the way I should be treated... I’m outta here...
(Of course, I will take the Christmas presents with me though....)