Yeah. Listen, Greg. I don't care what the Japanese office says. Okay?
Those numbers do not lie.
Jason.
Yeah. Listen. Just tell them if we need to make another conference call, I will.
Jason.
Yes, honey. Sorry. What's up? Oh,
nothing.
You know, we're just here celebrating our anniversary,
Father's Day.
You know, we're celebrating here
now.
Yeah. I mean,
can you believe it? It's it's been ten years. Trust
me. I'm counting.
Jason, you got the pedals.
Mhmm.
I have an 11:00
tea time.
You didn't get the puddles.
Babe, I gave them my card. Okay? I told them to do their thing, and they did their thing.
Romance.
Efficiency.
It's the love language of the twenty first century.
Jason.
Babe, I have a 10:45 warm up.
Christmas?
What?
Christmas.
You missed it. You said you were gonna take a call, and it ended up being an all later.
You're lucky you I ended up on Santa's naughty list.
Oh, fuck. Oh,
yeah.
Yeah.
Fuck. Oh,
you.
Fuck.
That was hot.
And Valentine's Day, Leo's girlfriend Claire,
luckily,
we came to some sort of agreement there.
Pictures.
Funny you should bring that up. How did he get those? I know it's not from your social media.
You know, she's cute, but I've heard that she could be somewhat of a hothead.
And Mother's Day.
If it weren't for Leo and Claire, we'd have been all alone.
Aren't you guys going on a trip? Well, we were,
and then Jason got called into work.
Forgot someone.
You
know, I think those kids are gonna be okay. I mean, they look really good together.
So are we. But we can't make this work unless we're together
and being in the present. Mean, come on.
Honey, I I I think I know where you're going with this. Okay? But what do you want from me?
Well,
I wanna make a bet.
What
kind of a bet?
Simple.
A putting contest.
A putting contest?
Yeah. The practice green. Whoever gets closest to the hole wins.
That's the whole thing.
Ashley, you you do realize that I practice putting every day.
I know,
but I'm counting on it.
And what are the stakes?
If you win,
I will never bring up golf again. You can golf as much as you want.
You could name our child shooter if you wanted to.
Okay. I'm listening.
But if I win, you drop your golf clubs, you drop everything, phone, earpieces,
and take me on the most romantic
date ever.
Okay.
One
That's it. When it takes all. That's right. One putt. When it takes all.
Ashley, babe, listen. I love you, but I am going to absolutely
crush you at this. Confidence.
Sexy.
Too bad it's misplaced.
Okay, my love. Ladies first. Thank you.
Am I doing this right? Yeah. Of course you are. You you do know what the little line on the putter is for. Right?
Decoration?
Yeah. Yeah. Exactly. Decoration.
Please, honey. After you. Okay.
One,
two,
three.
Yes.
Natural.
Natural? You you're, like, six, seven feet away from the hole.
From victory?
Okay.
My turn.
What up the stakes there, champ?
I don't think you're in the best position to be negotiating right now.
Double or nothing?
Yeah. And what do I get if I win?
Well, you get something that
I've never had before.
Which is?
Anal.
I'm, you know, expert be, but looks like my ball is closer to the hole than yours.
Oh, I wasn't expecting that.
Well, now you get access to all my holes,
unless you want a rematch.
No. No. No. No. No. No. You you won fair and square.
And I think, actually, now is the best time for for me to start making out to you. Good.
Happy Father's Day.
Why
don't you show daddy what a naughty girl you can do?
Yes. Do that. No hands.
Good.
Oh my god. God.
Yes. Oh
my
Yes. Yes.
Yes.
Fuck. Yes.
Oh, fuck. He's
just like that. Just like that. Fuck.
Yes.
Brandon, spread your fucking nose. Good
god. Yes.
Fuck.
Uh-huh.
Oh
god.
Yes.
Yes. Yes.
Yes.
Oh,
fuck.
So fucking, dude. So fucking.
Yeah.
Oh
my god.
Yes.
Oh my god.
Well, dog won't save you now.
Yes.
Fuck.
Yes.
Oh
my god.
Oh my god. Oh my
Yes.
Oh
my god.
You
wanna play golf more often?
Drag Yes. Your pussy.
Drag your little fucking pussy.
Oh my god.
Shit. Oh,
baby.
Oh, yeah.
Happy
Father's Day, daddy.