Me: In bed, trying to relax, watching Ty-man read through a draft of his company's proposal. Um, so how's it going?
Me: How many pages is it?
Ty-man: 105. But we need to trim it down.
Me: Wait a minute. How long was the customer's proposal request?
Me: Exactly. My point. Those f*ckers can manage to read 105 measly pages. In fact, let's add one more page depicting my bare ass on a copy machine and make it one-oh-six.