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Who the fuck needs renovated stairs?

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Ah, people with bad knees?

My knees are fine.

They don't pop at all?

Not when I walk some stupid stairs...

Does this mean our elevator is still out of commission?

It means they're renovating the fucking staircase, starting 7am this fucking morning.

Awww, poor Jay, need some earplugs?

More like voodoo dolls.

Well, that's not exactly something I can help you with. Dude, you should ask Jack! He's totally got that heritage.

No way, man. He'd punch me in the face.

Jack? Are you kidding? He's great.

He sure is but I think he would knock me out nevertheless. So would the rest of the world if I opened my mouth right now. I had twenty minutes of sleep last night, I'm in the mood to throw things.

Damn Jay, not a good idea there, how are you even functioning? I know how much sleep you actually need a night.

I don't know, I'm in this weird state where your ears are buzzing and everything around you starts looking two-dimensional. They're still hammering outside. But I'm scared to leave the house, I might end up telling someone I've done their mom.

Oh God, please... if you do leave the house, take a video camera, I don't want to miss that.

You got it, Jerry Springer.

Awesome. I'm holding you to that.

You would.

You would too, if I said the same thing.

No, I'd just come along, point and laugh.

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