Me: No, I just smashed my Nars palette earlier.
Becca: Oh yeah, I thought I heard that. I heard that, the vacuum and then you singing, Goodbye, My Lover.
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Becca: Scrambled eggs? That’s so hard to mess up though.
Me: They’re men, Rebecca.
Becca: Who’s that guy again? The guy with the eyes?
Me: Steve Buscemi?
Becca: He looks like he’d be a Reddit mod… in a bad way.
Highway safety sign: IT’S NOT A RACE
Becca: Says the person losing.
Becca: (Watching the Chris Rock special) I haven’t seen him in a while, he looks less goofy.
Andy: Yeah, you tend to look that way after you get slapped.
Me: As if the banks collapsing wasn’t enough.
Becca: Oh my god, I forgot about that.
Me: You know who didn’t forget?
Becca: Who?
Me: The banks.
Me: What’s the worst material to make a toilet with?
Me: Paper. Hay.
Becca: Bread… Bread.
(Showing us her closet storage system)
Jenn: This is the way I must be.
Me: She’s a Virgo.
Becca: I see.
Fab: One time, this guy I know took out his girlfriend’s diva cup.
Becca: That’s a next level relationship.
Andy: What’s a diva cup?
My Friends Say Things 