November 2010
3 posts
A text conversation.
Him: I’m filling out my benefits paperwork. Know that if you ever want a lot of money, push me into traffic.
Me: Okay.
Him: I need your SSN to give you all my money when I die.
Me: [number]
Me: Don’t fuck w my shit.
Him: Really? We’re in this stage of the relationship?
Me: I thought we were in stage 5. Are we not in stage 5?
Me: Did you forget to grab the warp whistle?
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