I swear if I ever get to meet you two, I'm buying him a big ass pitcher of beer (or bottle of spirit).If I called Nietzsche at work bitching him out for stuff he didn't do around the house, or in this instance the snow thing. I think he would tell me to stop fucking calling him and wait till he got home. If I showed up to his work to chew his ass out, he would be livid, not that I ever would.
give him an e-high five for me