Gregg's truck - "I'm still wondering why 10 minutes after we all left the Hideaway, Gregg drove me back and then took of his shirt and stood outside of me... said he was waiting for some of the girls to come out... he was conncerned that they may have been hungry and he was going to offer to make them grilled cheeses..."
Gregg's Skillz with the Ladies - "I have nothing left to prove. Years of spending Thursday nights in random apartments, hotels, backseats of cars, etc and waking up at 7am the next day to make the walk of shame smelling like booze and cheap perfume has gotten old so I've been reduced to sitting back and watching Tom stick his foot in his mouth to his kid's school teachers, random Hungarian girls and waitresses. I hereby retire."
The Hideaway - "Why the hell were there two guys in suits, one saying he drives a Mercedes and the other telling me I'm pheNOMMMenal in me last night at 5:30pm. Usually at this time I'm entertaining either the homeless or guys who work at the factorys in research park, but these guys were acting like they owned the place. I wish they'd just go to Harry O's and leave me alone."
Gregg's toilet - "I wish Gregg had gone to meet those guys at the Hideaway... it would have spared me a long, awful night... I don't understand why Gregg couldn't have used the facilities at the gym, the juicebar, or Tommy K's Vitamin Warehouse instead of fouling me.... He, and I, stink!"
Tom's bathing suit - "You would think that with a week off I'd get a washing but nope, here I am sitting in the trunk of the car along with a few VHS porn tapes, a pair of skid marked tighty whiteys, a jar of vasaline and my good friend the crappy, faded Cowboys hat. Hopefully I get put out of my misery after the season because this situation really sucks!"
