The first time I brought you home to meet my parents, Peter, they wanted to know why I brought home someone who looked like he lived in the Outdoor Gear section of Wal-Mart.
My friends thought it was cute that I was dating a "struggling composer," and that I might do a good deed by getting you a job on a TV show.
My manager did always think you were stupid, and now I kind of have to agree with him because it's spelled "beyotch!"
