“Is it me, or is the band drowning out Dolly Parton’s singing?”
“Yeah, I can’t hear her.”
“…”
“If only we could get a gospel band for you.”
“WHATEVER! I might not be the greatest singer, but Maly loves it when I sing to her.”
“I wasn’t talking about your singing.”
“…”
“…”
“Well, if only we could get you to sleep with a dryer sheet in your ass crack…”
Does that really work?