"Morris, you can go home now."
"Derick. My name is Derick."
"Uh Derick, you can go home now."
"Dude!"
That wide-eyed moment when you realize what a giant mistake you've made.
Does he have scrambled egg in his neckbeard? Lordy, I've never been so glad to have to leave and put on face paint!
All during work Michele worried. She left Derick in her house when she left. She would have kicked him out, but he was cleaning her toilet at the time. And, true to her record of making very, very bad decisions, decided she'd let him clean her house if he really wanted to. Now, however, she feared he'd still be there when she got back. He wasn't.
Thank you, Jesus!
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