That's right, Wes is nuts. This coming from a guy who once punched a skunk.
He had it comin'.
I rub my left elbow, bunt; I rub my right elbow, bursitis. Bunt, bursitis. Bursitis, bunt.
Aw, man. I can taste Wes eating those nachos now.
All right, let's ignore Hank's disturbing image.
To victory.
To perfect attendance.
[drunk] To the internal combustion engine, baby!
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