Tell my spouse that’s not what needs to be blown.

I visit a certain vacuum cleaner shop in Albuquerque with a suitcase full of cash.

If it still drives limp it to my mechanic, if it doesn’t remove/scratch off the vin plates and etchings and set it on fire and report it stolen.

Chase it down the block, and hope it doesn’t land in a stormdrain again.

Well I sleep with the fan on so that’s not unusual.

Spam the same comment over and over then abandon the account

Tell him that we need to get back to work.

Then I would need to see you alone. Cancel all operations and tell your friends to cool it

Burn it all, to the fucking ground.

Cry

Mea culpa.

Because I’m not an asshole.