God DAMMIT, Pinky! I tell you my life's falling apart because I caught my boyfriend having a gay triste with my father...
Yeah..?
...and all you can say is I need to do is eat more WAFFLES?
They're part of a nutritious breakfast, Maura.
How in-the-name-of-"I-Love-Lucy" is downing a bunch of waffles going to get rid of that image of my dad's dick halfway up my boyfriend's ass while bent over the kitchen table?
It won't. But, then again, why would you want it to?
