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Chris: Your boyfriend came in today.
Me: What? When?
Chris: Not long before you came in.
Me: Aw, that sucks, I wanted to see him.
-pause-
Me: Wait, I don't have a boyfriend.
Chris: Yeah you do. The one with the girlfriend.
Me: He does NOT have a girlfriend. And he's not my boyfriend!
Chris: Yeah...well, he's weird.
(this was after I got Chris his damn Lipton from Dippin' Dots.)
Me: I'm friends with the girl who works at Dippin Dots, Stephanie, and we were just lamenting about four more years of Bush.
Chris: Ugh, I know, I'm so leaving the country.
Me: That seems to be pretty popular nowadays. Did you vote?
Chris: Nah, I'm not even registered.
Me: I voted. Didn't matter though, because he didn't win.
Chris: Well, he won New York.
Me: Yeah.
Chris: This is all Moses' fault.
Me: -laughs- It's Mario, not Moses.
Chris: Same thing. Yeah. His fault. He voted Bush. Blame it on Moses.
Chris and I are a tag team of death.
Me: What? When?
Chris: Not long before you came in.
Me: Aw, that sucks, I wanted to see him.
-pause-
Me: Wait, I don't have a boyfriend.
Chris: Yeah you do. The one with the girlfriend.
Me: He does NOT have a girlfriend. And he's not my boyfriend!
Chris: Yeah...well, he's weird.
(this was after I got Chris his damn Lipton from Dippin' Dots.)
Me: I'm friends with the girl who works at Dippin Dots, Stephanie, and we were just lamenting about four more years of Bush.
Chris: Ugh, I know, I'm so leaving the country.
Me: That seems to be pretty popular nowadays. Did you vote?
Chris: Nah, I'm not even registered.
Me: I voted. Didn't matter though, because he didn't win.
Chris: Well, he won New York.
Me: Yeah.
Chris: This is all Moses' fault.
Me: -laughs- It's Mario, not Moses.
Chris: Same thing. Yeah. His fault. He voted Bush. Blame it on Moses.
Chris and I are a tag team of death.