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The reason you got lucky that night

No offense, but I don't think you'd be very good at that. Yes, I would. I think debating. Is more than just saying the opposite of what the other person says.

No, it isn't.

Yes, it is. No, it isn't. This is stupid. I don't want to talk about it anymore. EARL AND JOY'S ANNIVERSARY. There were a few things on my list that I'd actually done to the Crab Shack. One of them people had gotten used to working around. Beer coming.

But it was still something I wanted to fix. I'm fixing the dent, Darnell. That's good to hear. I tried to build a ramp over it with disastrous results.

I come prepared like a Boy Scout.

Why would you slide it to me?

And that's right about when the fun ended for me.

Who slides wine? There was a reason why I was fixing this today. 'Cause it was the anniversary of the day I dented it, Which was also the anniversary of the day I married Joy. Joy's situation forced her to be a new wife and mother all at once. Damn it, baby! You keep kicking my kidney, and I'm gonna hold my breath again!

At the vending machine.

All right, you asked for it.

I was stuck inside.

What's your name again? Joy. You got a baby in there? That my brother's baby? Mrs. Hickey, I believe you requested I steal one of these? Oh, Earl, you did it!

I knew we were meant for each other. The first time I met you the other night. Where'd you get it? You walk into a bakery wearing a hairnet, You can walk out with pretty much anything you want. Randy? I got you a bag of sprinkles. It's going in the freezer. If you eat it on the one year anniversary, You'll have good luck. Saw it on Oprah. She don't know much about marriage, but she sure knows something about cake.

That first year didn't go the way Joy had hoped. And a few days before our anniversary, she hit rock bottom. Our belly button fuzz balls are about the same size.

One of these fingers is for you.

How do we pick a winner? I can't wait to eat that cake. I need my luck now. Is that skin or a piece of Frosted Flake in yours? Skin. What the hell?

Somebody switched my cake with a pile of dog turds. Either one of you know anything about this? Actually, they're cat turds.