While I'm wringing out a fat knot, I realized an old man I don't know is on the couch.
(Roommate has pistol. Where are my knuckles)
"Sir, get the fuck out of my house."
"No, its cold."
(I can't rock grandad with brass)
"Sir to be frank, I don't give a fuck. This is the last time I ask anything."
"Oh Gandolf that's the nextdoor dementia man."