Prit: One time, I wanted to play Ticket to Ride and he said he didn’t have it. I found it. He hid it from me.

Prit: You don’t want to know what I dealt with at work today.

Me: Was it cleaning up poopoo caca?

Prit: Well, that I did last Thursday.

Me: What is that the guy you hate?

Prit: Who?

Prit: OH MY FUCKING GOD.

Prit: We go to open houses and spy on the agents for each other.