Jenn: His yellow fever is off the charts. How do you even find these guys?
Me: Oh. They find me, Jenn Jenn. They find me.
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Jenn: He’s taking up gardening. Wants to grow spearmint for mojitos. Because mojitos remind him of cruises. It all goes back to cruises.
Jenn: Everyone who knows Seattle downtown knows to stay the f*ck away from that particular McDonald’s. We’ve always called it McStabby’s.
Ryan: (shows me an ad on consent at Oktoberfest) We saw this and thought of you.
Jenn: It says, “Only Ja Means Ja!”
Ryan: And I was like, man, if it were any colder, I’d be complaining so much right now.
Jenn: And I was like, did you just manufacture a hypothetical situation so you could complain about it?
Jenn: “This is content?” Is that what you just said?!
Jenn: And it was great because when she was all like, “CAW! CAW!” and flapping her wings, she also shat herself.
Jenn: I trimmed her butt hairs.
Me: What are fire ants? Are they born from fire?
Jenn: I don’t know but no matter how you slice it, in any context, fire ants cannot be a good thing.
Jenn: Yeah, just play the dumb card. Then they’re usually like, “oh she’s just book-smart,” and I’m like jokes, I’m not book-smart either.
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