could you come back later i'm trying to cook some meth here.

i just made a man from the census bureau give half his interview through my front door, which i refused to open & made him push forms under the threshold for verification.
when i finally came outside, i locked my door behind me & stood scowling with a can of mace in once hand & my phone in the other as he asked his questions. motherfucker if you make me burn this dinner, so help me god.