You can count on me to manage your sleigh. You just have to save me from my post-traumatic stress strike thing at the J&M.
I have fucking dog hair all over me. But that's OK, I have dog hair all over me all the time, just a different dog. Remember what I told you about not having to come home from the Halloween party early after all, because the damage had already been done? Yeah, same deal tonight. And I missed half the crazy leg-chopping show. Crap. Literally.
Wet willie! Sorry for the terrible injury this might cause you.