Well, you keep coming up with excuses to use everyone's bathroom, and then two days ago, Mr Cowley looked into your back yard and saw you and Carlos doing your laundry in the jacuzzi.
Coma, murder rap. You've had a tough year, buddy. You know what you need? Some pampering. Tomorrow you're checking into a nice hotel. Room service, Jacuzzi...my treat.
I mean, when I have to, I'm doing a job down the block from you right now where I got to pour a concrete slab for a jacuzzi and, you know, a little curb to hold a little bit of retaining wall.
I just got back from a long Labor Day weekend in Austin, Texas with 16 of my friends where we shared a 7,000 square foot mansion with a huge yard, pool, jacuzzi, cinema room as an Airbnb.