I knew this giorno would come. I mean, Homer may not be the smartest guy I have served (as a customer), but he still has that little bit of a brain cell in there that was telling him 'Something isn't right here...'. I know. I must be the worst friend in the world, sleep'in with his wife. And I'm sorry. I was going through a phase; a horrible, sexy phase. I'm just a stupid, selfish, old basterd who only does things for his own pleasure. Of course, I didn't WANT this to happen, oor predict it would either. Sooo... yeah.That takes a load of ' This is all your fault!' off my back. And, come to mention it, she WAS drunk, so... yeah. Not my fault!
My name is Moe Syzlak, and this is my side to it.
Ps; Sorry that had to be so cheesy
Pss;Anyone wanna free flaming Moe?