Her: Hey! Is everything okay?
Me: ...How did you pick up while I was leaving a voicemail?
Her: It wasn't voicemail, it was an answering machine.
Me: lol I'm sorry, I seem to have called the 90's by mistake.
Her: LOL. Shut it, okay. Did you like not want me to pick up?
Me: Of course I did. Especially since I found out this phone is like my own personal DeLoreon.
Her: lol You sir are rude
Me: Tell me spirit, are the 90's as great as when I left them?
Her: Yeah. I particularly enjoy the scrawny Mexican lads with bad haircuts who look like one-fifth of Menudo.
Me: Menudo was Puerto Rican! How dre you!!
Her: LOL. Sooooo not attracted to you right now.
Me: lol It's understandable.
