Grant- ::awakens in the passenger seat of my car::
wha-...whererere....are we?
Me- you mean "WHEN are we?"
Grant- NoNoNO! spare me the back to the future bull... WHERE are we?
Me- the 10 freeway...California
Grant- why are we in the desert?
Me- because we are going to Vegas.
G-Why?
M- because there is a popeyes chicken that I have not reviewed on yelp.
G- Okay ::Grant says, now, regretting waking up because he knew not to question my BS methods.::
P.S: None of this actually happened.