He said he wasn’t feeling well. He said he was a little depressed; a little nervous. I suggested two things;

1) Go to Deirah and hit on all the pretty women, so long as he doesn’t give them any real contact details or take any of them home. That’ll defiantly make him feel better!

Or…

2) We’ll both go to some trashy part of town where I’ll hide in the back-seat, behind the tinted windows and he’ll hit on all the ugly girls, giving them one of his friend’s phone number and insisting they call. Not only will he laugh tonight because he’s doing something evil … But he’ll laugh when his friend starts bragging about all the women calling, because he already knows they’re disgusting women.

He refused both. I don’t think he was lying when he said he was depressed.