Ugh I wish they'd pull my teeth and give me dentures - perfect, and easy to clean. Probably better for doing certain favours too
so like a dumbass I get up and go over to the patio door to look out and Stan asks me what I'm doing
All I see are clouds
I told him "Natalie asked me if I could see how pretty the sky was" and his response was "tell her there are a lot of pretty clouds in the sky"
Either way I'll make Stan cook for us