"I ain't signin' on a new lease,

No cooks, no keys,

Models with the nose bleeds,

White lace, gold beads,

I'm 'a run it like a marathon;

Party till I'm fifty,

Wake up on my parent's lawn

Them cops still out to get me,

And I ain't sippin' on a mixed drink, pinkie out, lips pink,

Talkin' to a rich skank filled up like a sperm bank,

I'm 'a go where I always go;

Drinks are on the house,

Whiskey's on the rocks while your sister's on my mouth."

Song: Richman by 3OH!3

Plot: He's acting like a total man child. And you're his unhappy partner.

2nd plot: You've had a shit day at work. He's not helping. (But he's trying.)

3rd plot: You two had an argument after a night out. A vampire attacks you after you storm off. (He blames himself.)