(Sees inflatable hot dog strapped against a wire fence)
Becca: What religion is this?
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Becca: This donut’s pretty sweet.
Me: You’re pretty sweet.
Becca: No, you.
Chris: Oh god, I’ll leave.
(candles sparking and refusing to be blown out)
Me: These candles won’t die.
Becca: What happens when they die?
Sanila: We die.
Becca: Good morning to everyone except these two pimples on my face.
(Wailing in background)
Me: Do you hear that child?
Becca: That’s a CHILD?!?!? It sounds like iron being scraped against concrete.
Becca: He’s like a persistent pimple that you think has gone away but keeps coming back in different locations.
Me: Whatever happened to Madonna?
Becca: She’s old.
Becca: That’s a real issue though. Hard-boiled eggs make me choke.
Becca: I would be so pissed too if I was there.
Becca: Oh wait, I was there.
Me: Honestly, as long as we’re all with each other, I’m happy.
Me: Honestly, as long as we’re all with each other, I’m happy.
Me: Honestly, as long as we’re all with each other, I’m happy.
Me: Honestly, as long as we’re all with each other, I’m happy.
Me: Honestly, as long as we’re all with each other, I’m happy.
Me: Honestly, as long as we’re all with each other, I’m happy.
Me: Omg, my enter button wasn’t working.
Becca: LMFAO I thought you just felt very passionate about this.
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