Billy Mays

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I̖͚͎͇̜̼̲̓ͣ̊ͫ̎̓̌̑̄ͭ͌ͮͫͬ͂'͙̞̰̜͇͇̮̹̦̺̜̼ͮ̈̉ͦ̐̓ͦ̉ͣͦ̓̋ͫṃ̭̩̖̺͓͎͔́ͫͨ͋ͤͥͦ̓̉̾ ͙̼̫͇̮̱̭̞̖̺̲̙̞̍̊ͥ̓͂̊ͮ͊̿ͅṣ͍̘̼̬͔͕̜̬͙̱͇̠͕ͪ̾ͥͯ̀̈ͮͩ͗̑̓͐̂ͬt̼͕͍̱̠̦͙̫͈̦͇̟̫̯̬͍͎̜̉̀͒ͧͪ̉ͅḯ̹͉͉͓̫̫̻͕̠̹͔̏̃͂̊ͩ̈ͫ̽̒̓ͬ̅̆̇̚̚l̳̬̼͕̻̙̪̜̲̝̣̰̳̩̗͇͕̪͐̄ͬ͐̉̐l͙̟̥͈̗̯̺͙̳̙͙̩̎ͪ͑͗̍͂̆͐̑̄ͩ ̙̳̫̟͓̮̎̊͂̎͑͒ͩ͋ͦa̬͎̟̱̯̲̥̻̯̺̭̝̩͚͙̞̻̔ͭͨ́̐͑̑̏̉ͥ͊ͤ̒ͣͮ̋̄̌̚ͅl̖͍͔͙̦̫͚͇͇͔͈̺̠̯̣͕̅ͩ͌̏̉ͅi͇̙̪̤̱̰̬͕̙̯͕͖̮ͨ͗̔́̄̍́̏ͯͨ̊͌̇ͮ̽̋̔̚v̮̲̙͍̟͈̰̙͓͍̹̣͇̹̱̹̞̫͗͂̿̀͊e̱͇̫̙̼̣̒͒͊͛͑̎̎͂ͣ̽̊ͩͭͦ̑͗,͕̙̗͉̦͍̟̳̲̲͓̖̘͈̺̣̱̇̉̇ͭͣ̔͑̏͑͂̄͑ ̙̱̮̔̏̀ͥ͗̍̅̍͆̿̅̀̓͂̚̚t̖͖͓̗̺͈͇̪̱̰͒̊̈́̆h̟͓͕̘̝̝̮͚̻͌̑̊̓ͫ́͋̈́ͯ͐ͬ̿͗̆̾̉ͥ̈́̚ͅͅa̟̹̰̹͎͕̝̮̗̥̤̐ͯ̓͐̇̈͒ͯ̾ͪͩn̤̙͍̰̠̦͕̳̰̯̭̲̟͔̙̝͇̮͂ͪ͛ͮk̩̗̖̭͓͇̖̟̪̳̰͇̬̬̮̫̦͕̤̾͒̅͊̆̀̔̉̾̆̓̋̾͐̈̊̇ș̞̩̻̬̞͙̖͙̫͓̘͖̞͈͎͗͂̂̎͑̈́ͪ̋̈̀ͣͨ͊ͭ̒.͚̥͇̗̭̟͔͊ͩͪ̏ͧͨ͆̈̔͐ͬͩͅ

I do this all the time. I'm just looking for things to chop up with my exceedingly sharp samurai shark sharpened knives. I love to grill, that's the problem. I grill everything in my fridge. Even the butter. I do this at the studio even after everyone has left and the cameras have stopped rolling. It makes a huge mess and there's grease and food shrapenel all over the walls and my clothes. Luckily, I'm really good at cleaning clothes.