Like, I love John Cleese, and I love Bob Odenkirk, and I love Kaitlin Olson…but the furthest I’d ever go down THAT particular rabbit hole is maybe acting casual if any of them walked out of a bathroom and shook my hand without washing his or her hands.
That was just as bad for me as the first time I read it.
What in the gastrointestinal fuck would ever inspire someone to get all canine about someone else’s vomit?