To have to put up with this kind of shit every single day:
So come one, give us an address. You won't even have to kiss my feet. Well, if you really want to, I suppose I could think about it. Maybe. I don't know yet. But, I might let you. So, keep hoping for it and maybe that will happen. But, I won't get up and dance. I mean, I'm way too shy for that. Yes, I know you want that, but no, I just won't do that. Well, maybe. Some day. I might. No, not right now. Maybe later. We'll see. Keep asking me. It might happen.
Sheee-it! No wonder he escapes to the videos.