Just imagine if you were unfortunate enough to have two heads. In my case, it would be a disaster.
"Fuck you, roll over, you fuckhead, and let me sleep and stop fucking with the remote control."
"Hey, fuck you! I didn't fucking stay up till 4:30 last night typing drunken emails. What's with the white wine at dawn, anyway?"
"You're such an asshole. When are you going to call that surgeon? I really need a separation here."
"M-O-N-E-Y, dickwad. If you actually WORKED for a living we wouldn't be having this conversation."
"Hey fuck you, watch the fucking news, dude, everyone's fucking homeless! You empty the dishwasher and you demand respect?"
"What's for dinner, anyway?"
"How about hot dogs?"
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