Griffin: Um, sitting… on the other side of the car is a young boy, who is wearing a fancy boy suit–
Griffin: –and a blue fancy boy cap. Uh, dressed up very fanci-fancily.
Travis: Can I roll, um, insight to see how fancy?
Griffin: Yeah, sure, if you want.
Travis: [die roll] Uh, that’s a 17. Oh, sorry, yes. Uhh–
Griffin: Oh my god, yeah. Make sure to really add this up–
Travis: Oh it’s a 16, it’s a -1.
Griffin: Oh, a -1. Then you die. [laughter] God, Travis, if only you– in trying to discern his fanciness, your nose just starts bleeding, and you fall over and–
Clint: You’re fancied to death.
U keep goin on about how u don't want to do controversial stuff on social media bc of future employers, yet u flash your boobs on insta. Honestly