Her: “Morning slore.”
Me: “Hey Girl.”
Her: “Hahahaha!. You just went all Ryan Gosling on me.”
Me: “Hey giirrrll – I’ll be the cheese to YOUR macaroni.”
(Pauses several seconds)
Me: “Ugh. Just grossed myself out. What are you up to?”
Her: “Oh Em Gee. I have the WORST headache.”
Me: “Dude. Headaches blow.”
Her: “YEAH they do.”
Me: “Sucks, man.”
Her: “Yup.”
Me: “Bet Ryan Gosling could help you with that shit.”
Her: “Doubt it.”
Me: “Shit. I just spilled scalding coffee on my nipple.”
Her: “Did you like it?”
Me: “Kinda.”
Her: “You’re a freak.”
Me: “Eh, Ryan Gosling wouldn’t think so. He’d make that shit into a lampshade.”
(uncomfortable silence)
Her: “Why are we friends?”
(pauses several seconds)
Me: “I have NO idea.”
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I wrote this. Apparently? I need help. No, not that kind of help. I HAVE a therapist.
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Hahahahahahaha. Hilarious.
Twitter: WalkerCynthia
says:
bahahaha
I wonder if he also has a wallet made of face (I stole that expression, but I love it.)
I thought Ryan would want to wear it as a hat… Or was that Bruno Kirby?
Twitter: triplezmom
says:
I’m going to have really weird dreams tonight. I’m going to blame you.
I could see this exact conversation … including silences … taking place between my sisters and I. We are just that cracked as well.
Twitter: theangelalexistwitter.com
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You’re right that some of the most important things go on. I’m NOT alluding to that goshawful song from “Titanic,” by the way.