texts: She's not property, John, she's a person. Were you just going to keep right on lying to her? </s> <s> What the hell do you think? I love Ann. You think I'm going to tell her about Cynthia and hurt her feelings like that? </s> <s> God, you need help.
labels: I need help? Whose sitting by himself in a room choking his chauncey to a bunch of videotapes, Graham? Not me, buddy. You're the fucking nut. Now show me those tapes.