Daryl: Shut up.
Me: You shut up.
Daryl: Shut up.
Me: You shut up.
Fabienne: Yeah, like check yourself.
Me: Before you wreck yourself.
Fabienne: Yeah. Or I’ll wreck you.
(Sees inflatable hot dog strapped against a wire fence)
Becca: What religion is this?
Jenn: It means something when on your commute, you realize you don’t hate going to work.
Andy T: No, the small intestines are the ones with the coil-y shit and the large intestines at the ones that are like woop-woop-woop.
Lil Stevie: Whatever, he’s NOT hot.
Jess: Yo, in Prague, a bird shat on me so big, I thought someone threw a rotten tomato at me.
Dustin: When I’m in the dumps and get really tired, I just tell myself this will make the autobiography a better read.
Dustin: So you’re just writing the good parts of the book right now, don’t even stress.
(window watching neighbour in building across the street make her bed)
Me: That’s a large bedroom.
Sanila: That’s a large bed.
Sanila: She looks like she’s struggling.
Me: Aren’t we all.
Erin: I have this one friend with a nudist, hippie mom that would always say that everyone in the world took all their problems and put them in the middle, we would all take our own back.
My Friends Say Things 