We return to the men's room with Miles and Thrill.

Who sucks last is?

I'm coming up at first time for a few emails to the men's room, aka.

www.com.

You've got mailed.

You've got mail.

One doubt from our question on sleeping guys.

Woke up this morning finding my wife passed out on the couch sitting in an awkward position on a pile of laundry, looking like she was dead.

Finally woke her up and she said,

she says, did you see the hole in the bathroom?

Apparently, she fell asleep on the toilet after taking cough medication,

went head first into the wall,

then walked out to the living room, and fell asleep on a pile of clothes. That sucks from the drywall perspective. Oh, yeah. Yeah. Now it costs your money. I can patch it, but every time I stand it, it just looks, you can still tell I did. You can tell I did it. Okay, time for a couple of birthdays, brought you by Mincerum, roasted bed salsa from San Juan Salsa Company. Dip responsibly. Bachelos, can you please wish Elizabeth, aka. Greenie, a happy sweet 16th birthday. Hell of a soccer player, great friend and teammate, even a better daughter. She makes her family very proud of all of her accomplishments. Can you please have Coach Ted, give her some advice for making the elite team.

I'll tell Ted that she plays offense.

And needs to be more aggressive. And not always look for the past, make a move.

Tell her not to always look for the past, make a move.

You'll be one-on-one with the goalie.

She'll be one-on-one with the goalie.

Miles, can you tell her some dad jokes?

Thanks for all you guys do.

That from Brian in Boston.

All right.

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