Scott: Why is that car inching forward?
Andy: Oh you know, slippin’.
Scott: Slipping UPHILL?
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Me: Is it because we walked again on newly pounded feet?
Andy: That’s a new sentence.
Me: Do you want hand cream?
Andy: Uh, it’s okay. I’ll be holding a hot dog soon.
Me: There’s this thing at work I want to finish—
Andy: Did someone say Moo Deng?
Me: No???
Andy: Oh my god babe, why are you naked?
Me: I’m literally fully clothed.
Andy: And you know what else is a class one carcinogen?
Me: (in unison) Salami!
Andy: (in unison) Uranium.
Andy: Gurjant likes to tout that the Lakers average less than two eyebrows per person.
Me: I cleaned someone’s barf.
Andy: Yeah.
Me: It was both liquid and solid.
Andy: I don’t want to talk about it anymore.
Me: I got randomly selected.
Sanila: Me too.
Me: Andy too.
Sanila: I don’t know if this is random anymore.
Me: They’re calling him the Diddler.
Becca: Isn’t that the name of an actual villain?
Andy: That’s the Riddler.
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