If Mr. DeSamtos is unable to complete this wager he must subject himself to a self inflicted unmedicated vasectomy. In fact regardless of how he does with the bet he must subject himself to the vasectomy because we would rather not have that sick bastard having hundreds and hundreds of babies. If Mr. DeSamtos is to fulfil his falafel, then fufuck him, he can't eat that falafel, he's underpaid. If Mr. DeMastos is able to complete the bet, then the consequences are unfounded, and Mr. Brian Perrry must fulfil his falafel, meaning that Home Depot will become slightly brighter on someone's birthday, if you catch my drift.

In the event that you have not caught my drift, the underdisclosed section IX, "Home Depot, y'all" may or might underdisclose your underwear, which I just made you say.

IX. Home Depot, y'all
Brian Perrry owns several posters. Home Depot, an establishment which is open for public perusing from 6 AM to 10 PM on Fridays, and 6 AM to 10 PM on Saturdays, will be habitated by one (1) Brian Perrry for the full two day period in which the aformentioned Home Depot is open. Mr. Perrry must be the first (2nd) customer inside the Depot when it opens its doors of love in the morning, and must be the congratulatory type of flavoring that leaves Home Depot last in the evening (evening) when no other customers dare remain (remainst).

If, by some cruel twist of fate, Mr. Perrry is unable to complete even the first full (complete) day of Home Depot sitting (pronounced "Hoe-Mmm Dee-Po [as in, "Oh snap, here come the Po-Po"] Sih-Ting), he will be forced to be unforced to be able to cut his hair until he has graduated from college. Mr. Perrry will be unable to cut his hair until he is handed his diploma by some Marist College official, at which point Mr. Perrry will be allowed to cut his hair right there on stage, footage which will easily make the weekly edition of 'E Wild on Poughkeepsie".