don't call him Trey

Recently, our fun level spiked drastically after a period of mediocrity as can be seen in the graph, nah: What caused this blessed change of events?
Just a man named Jay H. Hardy III.

Those eyes.
That hairline.
His love for those little cartons of milk.
Jesus. We're sorry we ever threatened to take his life and end it.

Well, Jay... The army may not want you and your kidney stones, but we sure do.