Me: It’s like Murdle.
Becca: Wow, they just be adding “-le” to words and making it a game.
Fab: Povertle. The next late stage capitalism game.
Me: It’s like Murdle.
Becca: Wow, they just be adding “-le” to words and making it a game.
Fab: Povertle. The next late stage capitalism game.
Andy: I don’t wanna be pregnant.
Becca: I don’t think it’s really a choice for you.
Becca: After you left, he tried to make a move on me and I was like, okay bedtime!
Me: Do you see anyone you’re interested in?
Becca: …
Becca: I’m gonna have another cookie, that’s what I’m interested in.
Me: Oh I know why I’m in pain now, I was doing the Rasputin last night.
Becca: What the fuck? When was this?
Becca: He was like, I’ve never had a bad interaction with anyone before, and I was like wow, check your privilege.
Becca: The glizzies here are kinda overrated. In fact, they’re even really glizzies. You know?
Becca: I’ve never heard that song before. I’m the first of my bloodline.
Becca: I was gonna be Pitbull but it’s too hard to get a bald cap these days.
Becca: (pushing luggage trolley) Oh, this is all wheel drive, nice.