Brent complains about the perversity of inanimate objects:
I’m all, leave me alone, you things. And the things all go — hey, we just want to help you, Brent. We got smart because we love you. And I’m all, where’s my rubber mallet?
Brent complains about the perversity of inanimate objects:
I’m all, leave me alone, you things. And the things all go — hey, we just want to help you, Brent. We got smart because we love you. And I’m all, where’s my rubber mallet?