A few weeks ago, your wedding got raided with police officers because you were suspected of murder for Tom Fuller. On top of that, recently you got your kids token away because you were an “unfit mother”.

On some days, Joe would come by and ask how you were doing but you always gave him the same answer but that didn’t stop him from coming back and making you the best food from his restaurant.

Now you’re inside of your home with an ankle monitor hoping for any sign of good news when all of a sudden you hear your front door open.

You look out from the living room to see Joe soaking wet. His hair was in his face and his shirt was almost see through.

You had forgotten to tell him about the sprinklers in your front lawn.

Joe: “Holy shit.. Your lawn is like a typhoon.”

After he says that, he takes his shirt off showing his hairy chest.