Razi: I don’t think that’s okay.
Me: I don’t think YOU’RE okay.
Me: Hehehe.
Sai: Hehehe.
Kimmy: Hehehe.
Me: Got ’em.
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Sai: Sai is not good at recognizing people. Sai was in an elevator with her uncle and didn’t realize.
Me: (stares)
Sai: He had grown facial hair.
Me: We’re …poor.
Val: So poor.
Sai: Poor, so poor.
Me: (offers solution)
Sai: No.
Me: Okay then. I will just offer a supportive ear as you continue to complain.
Sai: Thank you, that is all I ask.
Me: He’s saying, “Mustard on the beat, hoe.”
Sai: Ohhhh, yeah I had no idea what he was saying.
Me: Yeah, he doesn’t enunciate.
Razi: So while I have you guys here, I want to tell you guys about this idea Stan and I have. We’re going to have an egg stand.
Me and Val: (uncontrollable laughter)
Sai: I want to laugh, but I can’t.
Razi: And we’ll be in the financial district in the morning, a dollar an egg, that’s all we’ll do. We’ll be called Cracked.
Val: No.
Razi: And you know how people have hot dog stands? We’ll be in an eggshell.
Me: You should get home.
Sai: Yeah, it’s bedtime.
Me: It’s eight.
Val: When did I give you the impression that I didn’t like her?
Sai: When you said you didn’t like her.
Sai: What are the popsicle flavours?
Stan: Assorted.
Sai: But like, what are the flavours?
Me: Colours.
Kanu: My roommate’s weird too. She’s this 55-year-old woman and I don’t know… She, like, says things.
Sai: Can you not talk shit about your mom?
My Friends Say Things 