Dennis: OK, here we have a classic hot rod heaven garage, complete with vintage gas pumps, glossy linoleum flooring and, what is that ... a pole?
Mac: Stripper pole! Score!
Dee: I really think that's there for support ... you know, so the ceiling doesn't come crashing down.
Frank: Shut up, Deandra.
Dennis: Thank you, Frank. It's clear that it should be brass and swivel at the bottom.
Mac: Don't forget the lotion towel!
Dennis: Right, Mac! There's gotta be a place to hold the towel to wipe off the pole between dancers. I think that's part of the building code.
Charlie: It's all very technical. What's next?
Dennis: What we've got here is a hockey masterpiece. It has a plasma TV scoreboard, pool table and slate flooring that looks like ice.
Frank: Nice digs!
Dennis: Don't get excited, Frank. It's obviously bullshit. The ceiling is like 900 feet tall. This is some one's big mansion, not Joe the Plumber's man cave. There's a bay window, for Christ's sake!
Mac: Yeah, and they don't even have any Eagles stuff in there. What an asshole. What do we have next?Mac: Holy shit, dude!
Dennis: Pretty bad ass, right? This is a WWII weapon museum. It's like Patton's personal locker room in there! I think I see Rommel's dick and balls in a jar on the shelf!
Charlie: Dibs on the flame thrower!
Mac: There's two of them, dude. Oooh! We can have a duel!
OK, slackers! Get to work on my garage! After all, I've earned it. Sure, I may not have a sob story or personal journey that unfolds for America to shed a tear over, but I deserve it! Yesterday, the batteries in my remote died, and I had to watch a whole hour of Two and A Half Men! A WHOLE HOUR! I know, right?Be sure to include all of the following:
trash taken to curb by robot
concealed pen to hold midgets that cut my lawn (include air holes this time)
Don't forget the taco bed: