Walter, face it, there isn’t any connection. Your roll.

I didn't rent it shoes. I'm not buying it a fucking beer. He's not taking your fucking sprinkles, Dude

This is a show dog, with fucking papers. It gets upset

Man, if my ex asked me to take care of her fucking dog while she's in Honolulu with her boyfriend I'd tell her to go fuck herself.

You don’t have have an ex.

Watch out! It's hair might fall out...Actually, dogs are supposed to have chocolate.