you can't seriously expect me to clean up after myself? can you? I mean I'm Good Looking for gods sake! It'd be a crime against nature to have me scrubbing shit and stuff...
I think you have to look at yourself in a mirror in the cold light of day, and really ask yourself "Did I grow up down the road from Rosin Ingle?".
I know I did.
You can fight it all you like. In your heart of hearts, you know you'll never be anything more than new money.
The worst kind of money.