Irisa

Shawn: It’s still t-shirt weather down here.

Me: Is it still gun violence weather down there too?

Shawn: Ready? (Screams)

Amy: No one was ready for that.

Becca: He was like, I’ve never had a bad interaction with anyone before, and I was like wow, check your privilege.

Chris: This? What is this? This is the list of ingredients for the cake? Sounds like a bowl of oatmeal!

Andy: You don’t get any now.

Chris: That might be okay.

Prit: We go to open houses and spy on the agents for each other.

Dustin: You’ll think about this on a night when there’s nothing to do and think it’s a pretty good idea. Better than dyeing your hair—

Fab: Hey.

Me: Why didn’t you guess tuba?

Scott: Tuba’s wack.

Andy: Ed plays tuba.

Fab: You’re like 15 minutes away from building a bunker.

Me: I would if I could! The good ones are several million.

Fab: You… looked..?

Becca: The glizzies here are kinda overrated. In fact, they’re even really glizzies. You know?

Sinyi: His fine motor skills are not there.

Me: How’s his handwriting?

Sinyi: Boy.

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