Daryl: Fuck children. Down to have pets ’til I die.
Author Archives: Irisa
Andy: Look at that kid climbing beside you, she’s having so much fun.
Qiqi: That’s just ’cause she hasn’t learned fear yet.
Me: Why do you look like that?
Ivy: There’s a pathetic sour key in here. Look, it doesn’t even look like a key.
(at a club for his birthday)
Me: Why are you sad?
Julius: Because life is sad.
Me: Do you want a drink—
Julius: (abruptly) Do you know what I care about? Do you know what I care about?!
Julius: INTEREST RATES.
Sanila: You can’t be an asshole AND ugly!! That’s not okay!
Me: What are they looking at?
Jason: I don’t know.
Andy: There wasn’t any meaning in this conversation, so I was trying to look for some.
Me: It’s not like she has no shape!
Iris: Yeah, she’s round. Circle is a shape.
Daryl: Apology not accepted.
Me: Don’t be a lil bitch.
Me: Don’t be crazy!
Qiqi: Don’t be crazy, be frisky!!!
Me: Oh! Where’s that from?
Qiqi: It’s not from anywhere, I just made it up.
Mojan: Knock, knock.
Me: Who’s there?
Mojan: Dishes.
Me: Dishes who?
Mojan: Dishes Sean Connery.
Me: That’s not funny, why are you crying?
My Friends Say Things 