Just When...
Just When Things Couldn't Get Any Worse...
"Where is my wallet?
Oh. There it is.
Four dollars?!?! Really???
Argh!
Oh. Who's calling?
This better be Publisher's Clearing House!
Oh Lord. Not him.
What? No. No.
No, I don't wanna go out with you because you kiss like a fish.
No. It was a free meal. Uh huh.
Men.
What the?
What was that crash outside?
MY CAR! @%-&%%%$&##%&$%&&$$!
WHAT US WRONG WITH YOU, DUMB ASS!
Uh...no! What now! No visitors, please.
Yes, I hear you knocking.
Just a second.
What?
Oh no.
Not you too.
Aunt Flow, please, I'm not in the mood for this.
I have a date tonight.
Can't this wait?
%-&$, I'm late for work.
Come on, door.
Okay.
Finally, I'm off to work.
Uhmm.
Where are my keys? Oh no!
House. Great..."