I love my friends.
These are a few excerpts from some recent conversations.
2: What happened to Thumbelina, anyway?
1: I think she had to sleep with a frog for a while. Or possibly a toad.
2: Oh yeah. That was rough.
1: And wasn’t there like, a conveniently tiny prince at the end?
2: Yeah.
I think he had wings.
I saw the gayest man on the subway the other day.
Is that like, a politically incorrect transition?

1: What do you think like, the worst tattoo EVER might be.
2: I think tattoo of a crouton would definitely be up there.
Just like, a single crouton.
1: Marry me.
2: Then we could get matching crouton tattoos.
1: Hey, if I died suddenly do you think you’d cry?
2: Probably.
1: Hm. I bet you wouldn’t like, sob. Bitch.
2: I never sob.
1: NEVER?
2: I only weep with dignity.

1: Well, we are odd. Accept it. Embrace it.
2: I am aware of that… but that was odd in an Old English lady drinking a
thermos of tea in the cinema kind of odd.
1: You are a pooplebumple.
2: As are you.
As are you.

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