We've been married for 17 years now, can't we just be friends?
I left high-school, lost the will to live and here I am
That hurts Peg. Not as much as seeing you first thing in the morning, but it hurts.
Why don't you follow me down the brewery, I'll tie a bowling ball to my ankle, dive in a vat of beer, I'll leave this world the same way I entered my marriage. Dead Drunk!
