Jesus H. Christ, I can’t sit here by your side and be a good boy any longer. If I have to listen to one more speculation on the real estate market or you or your friend’s portfolio in five years, I am going to hurl all over both of your nice shoes. Will you please just throw the ball already? I put it in your lap like an hour ago. Throw iiiiit. Throw it. Throw it. Throw it.
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Text is fictional. Source is OP, Pup Shepard.