Words With Friends.
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.
There are no words.
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Hahahahahahaha. Hilarious.
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?
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.
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.