Stan’s home! He has to wear a cone around his head. He hates this part.
But right now, he’s right where he belongs: on the living room recliner, curled up next to mama, on his pillow, cone off.
Enjoy it, Buddy. It’s going back on as soon as we go to bed.
For dinner, he ate like Charlie Sheen eats hookers (bada-bing! zow! That one’s for you, Rob!).