Actual text conversation that started my Friday morning:
D: Do you know what a baby in a blender sounds like?
Me: A dinner bell?
D: I don’t know. I was too busy masturbating.
Me: To think neither of us ever gets invited to nice places… It’s an enigma, truly.
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