Mr. Lee must be the name of his Trunk Monkey.

 

Mr. Lee is that nice English boy, LEE.

fortunately, my windows were titnted, so the glass held together in one big piece. It didn't shatter into a thousand little pieces.

Brad, let me know when you're free, I'll bring that over to you.

 

I come downtown all the time now man. I'll pick it up tonight if you want.

(my only real friends moved downtown recently so I hang out there a couple times a week)

(note that I classify 'real friends' as people who would happily help me move if I were in need)

 

Hey.....I take offense. I'd help you move!!!
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....and by 'help', I mean that in the most literal sense an Indian man could mean. *Think Russell Peters*

 

so youd give me a handjob?

I didnt say you wouldnt help. I was just classifying what I mean by 'real friends'. and maybe you an additional real friend, but you need to move your ass out of the schtix.