Tim Dillon

What's for dinner?

What's for dinner?

Because at the end of the day, when your head hits the pillow,

and your husband, and you know those big tits are in the closet, and you know he spent time fapping his cock in those yoga pants to some fucking cam girl, and you know that you were fucking someone else, and you know that you were justifying the murder of American citizens on U.S.

soil by a paramilitary group.

But when your head, I don't know why I can't say it, when your head hits the pillow, that's your husband, okay?

And that's your wife.

And you're going to wake up and you're going to go downstairs with the kids and you're going to scramble the eggs.

And you're going to fry the bacon and you're going to toast the toast.

And that's your life.

Your life isn't those other things, the murder you defend or this fake cartel thing they've got you involved in now.

Some weird consolation prize.

Anyway, that's your life.

I don't usually give love advice on the show.

I really don't.

I usually don't because I let people do their own thing.

But here I have to step in and I have to say, I don't want to, don't even think about a divorce here because it's not worth it.

There's real love here.

I don't know anything about the gnomes.

But I know it's a marriage built on love and I know that you're an example to young people around this country who think it's all going to be nice.