Well, that's just how we roll, Byron. / by LD

Byron, whining about the fact that sometimes I am busy: You're never available. 
L: Oh, whatever. I am too.
B: Right.
L: You just never ask.
B: I have asked. You're always in Thousand Oaks or the Central Coast on weekends, or comforting some friend all weekend long, or sometimes a combination of all three.