"What the hell do you mean I can't just drink out of a coconut? How hard is it to get me a damn coconut? The things are growing in the trees all over the place!"
These endless problems keep arising out of my new-formed greed and sloth.But the bartender luckily makes me a piña colada in time, filling one of those fruity little glasses, so that my voice is quickly muffled by the straw and the constant need for more of whatever it is I happen to be consuming at that given minute.
"You're lucky I don't get you fired!"
But you see, I have no pull over this man at all