damn it, gary

There’s always that one guy in your cult who’s always tugging at his robes, saying “this fabric doesn’t BREATH” but when it’s time to pay dues for the robe budget, he always forgot his wallet in his other robes, the red ones for sacrifices, and it’s like “That’s what you said last time, Gary, and we KNOW you had to pay for parking to get here, so what’s up with that, GARY?”