[…] then went on to explain that her dream job involved a bunch of random men putting their wieners in her cinnamon ring.

You know the opinion you hold. You just will not divulge it... in cowardly fear of him turning on you. And not divulging it will not in the slightest keep him from turning on you whenever he feels like it. Please do not tell me you are Buridan's ass, and have no opinion about this.

Spirit of light and darkness! I no less / Twy-natured, but of more terraqueous mould, / In whom conflicting powers proportion hold / With poise exact, before thy proud excess / Of beauty perfect and pure lawlessness / Quail self-confounded; neither nobly bold / To dare for thee damnation, nor so cold / As to endure unscathed thy fiery stress.

I can't go running around the sluthole motels looking for my own kid. Word would get out I was looking for a street whore. Sussman, you better find her.