And by "they", I mean "me." And usually it's no good. And now you don't have to wonder any longer. This is what I'm up to when I'm left alone.
Technically speaking, it wasn't me who tied Stewie to the tennis director's cart. So, therefore, I'm innocent. And faces of the very, very guilty are being hide to protect their alibi and excuses. ;)
I'm pretty sure that the tennis director hates us. Either that or he is just resigned to the fact that we're like 12 year old children and deals with it the best way he can.
By drinking. Heavily. Each and every night.
At least, that's probably what he "should" be doing. Because we've driven him there. :p
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