Fab: And Google Maps was like you’re gonna be late and I was like well, I walk fast and I’m gay so I WON’T be late.
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Fab: (drives by someone crossing street) I don’t know! I got nervous. Pedestrians, myself included, are very aggressive. We’re so entitled.
Fab: I hate magicians.
Andy: Wait, why?
Fab: They’re so annoying. Like, “look what I can do!” Shut up.
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.
Dustin: You’ll think about this on a night when there’s nothing to do and think it’s a pretty good idea. Better than dyeing your hair—
Fab: Hey.
Fab: You’re like 15 minutes away from building a bunker.
Me: I would if I could! The good ones are several million.
Fab: You… looked..?
Fab: He’s… I don’t know, he wears a fedora.
Fab: And they’re like, what’s an All-American Reject?
Don: I found a hole in the ground and thought it was something special.
Fab: We were on a golf course.
Me: Oh my god, what happened to your back?
Fab: I pulled it…. Doing physio exercises for my fucking left knee.