Oh, QaFGuy 1 (no, I don’t know his name; bite me): We could go to Ibi-zah
Guy 2 : It’s Ibeetha
Me, who until this point had been half watching, more concerned with my own thoughts and whatnot, is suddenly alert, and the stuff going on inside my head is something like this: Hee, Ibiza! I remember when Brian went to Ibiza. That’s a bad, bad place…but there are beautiful men in white, everywhere. And the air smells like lemon scented air freshener. *ahem*
Yes, really. I need help. Oh, yes, I do.
