Paint Your Wagon

So Troy, are you glad we decided to paint the place now?

NO!!! I FUCKING HATE PAINTING!!! All week you've made me get up at the crack of dawn, worked me like a dog all Goddamn day until I can't see or think straight and then you ask me if I'm glad? FUCK NO BITCH!!!

No need to shout Troy. You can work some more. We'll stay later so we can work into the night.

I hate you.

I know.