Dustin: Alcohol helps you survive hypothermia?? Is this a bad and potentially dangerous takeaway??
Me: (smiles)
Dustin: Alcohol helps you survive hypothermia?? Is this a bad and potentially dangerous takeaway??
Me: (smiles)
Dustin: I’m glad you don’t have real herpes.
Dustin: The thing with open marriages is that when one person proposes it, the other person is never like, “That’s a great idea!”
Dustin: I got an electric scooter, thereby completing my transformation as a tech bro.
Dustin: I am about the quesadilla life now. It’s like the low fat ice cream of Mexican food.
Dustin: You know when you, like, sprain your ankle and the swelling comes down, it just feels like… droopy for a bit?
Dustin: Like it’s just held onto the stub of your leg like with a few strings?
Me: Dude. No.
Dustin: I had Philip over for three days. Literally cannot be worse.
Dustin: Philip farted for five long seconds, walking past a bunch of randoms in front of a bar on our walk home. With me next to him. It literally cannot be worse.
Dustin: The two constants in life I can count on: the Warriors being good and the Knicks being trash.
Dustin: Why even chase girls for heartbreak when you can be a Toronto sports fan?
Me: Saddle up, kiddos. Your girl’s going for a ride. Yeehaw seesaw.
Dustin: I love the spirit but that sounds like those last words before you actually go to jail.