Come on floor it! My little girl’s got a heavier foot.
IT’S MY JOB!
It’s my job to take them to dinner at eighty miles an hour. It’s my job to stop a mile from the restaurant so they can have five pounds of crab legs and three bottles of beer a piece and then go get prime rib. It’s my job to go hunting so they can go fire off their guns an inch from my ear and laugh when I get startled because it’s my job.