If You Give A Mouse A Cookie

This guy is like a probabilistic singularity.
Things just happen, man.

Dean wanted to hang out tonight. Cool. I don't have to put on real pants for Dean.

"Can Jay come over?" Yeah, sure. I don't need to put on pants for Jay, really.

Twenty minutes later, Murray and his girlfriend just walk into my house.

What the fuck, dudes? I'm not made of pants, but Jesus, I have some. Just gimme a little heads up.