Friend: Details shmetails
Me: lol I thought you wrote: 'details shemales'. Which is also good
Friend: LOL Apparently
Me: lol I'm gonna use that now.
Me: The phrase, not the shemales
Friend: LOL Once again, thank you for clarifying
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(Some background: This whole convo took place on Facebook and she was simultaneously posting a video on my wall with birthday wishes and a video of Stewie from Family Guy. And 'bumping cans' is an inside joke.)
Her: For you maybe
Her: I however, am an emotionally complex creature
Me: *rolls eyes*
Me: An hour ago we were bumping cans
Her: An hour ago, you were young in New York
Her: Things change
Me: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh SNAP!
Me: Ouch.
Me: You cunt me deep
Me: You cut me real deep
Her: LMAO!!!!
Me: LOL. CUT!!!
Her: I feel so honored...to have witnessed that
Me: That was just awesome
Her: lol It was
Her: I love the crayon scribbles in his journal
Me: Whose journal?
Her: Stewies' journal
Me: lol I was talking about the cunt incident
Me: But yeah, the video was good too
Her: LOL
Her: it is hard
Her: for me
Her: to follow
Her: along
Me: I was confused about you referring to cunt as a he and highly impressed that it could write in a journal
Her: LOL I'm sure if you had a cunt, it'd be talented
Me: lol Damn sippy it would
Me: SKIPPY*
Me: This is all going on my blog
Her: LOL oh I hope it does
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(Another friend posted to my wall and I replied but it didn't quite come out the way I planned. Then the friend from the last convo chimed in with her two cents.)
Him: Happy Birthday bro!
Me: Thank you! Tell your mom thanks.
Me: LOL. That came out wrong. I meant tell her thank you for the message. Wow.
Her: Oh. My. God. You're on a roll...
Her: I can't begin to tell you how awesome this new year is turning out to be!
And my birthday hasn't even officially started yet. Aren't I a lucky birthday boy.
