#brett’s got a point
eddy: what the hell are you doing?
brett, on the floor, eating brown sugar boba pearls from a pot: why do you always ask me “what the hell i’m doing”, and never “how the hell i’m doing”?
eddy: what the hell are you doing?
brett, on the floor, eating brown sugar boba pearls from a pot: why do you always ask me “what the hell i’m doing”, and never “how the hell i’m doing”?