I wish I could just say it...but I do a bunch of stuff for corporate finance, and well, quarter end is fast approaching, and if they don't have the pretzel money numbers I'll be in trouble.
Are you wanting a nice big warm soft pretzel with mustard?
Only in my fat head, I'm way too full of how awesome I am. It may seem like I'm not, but I know word gets around about my 13 second love making sessions, and everyone comes running to me for some.
No, I'm not trying to lose weight.
Are you looking to buy a hazmat suit? Or do you already have a makeshift o e out of garbage bags and duct tape?