friday afternoon slack
As you can see, The Lovely Jess and I are once again hard at work...
Jess: I am making the fattiest fatty dinner ever on Sunday. The Roommate and I have been conspiringLater...
Yours Truly: Ha ha ha. Conspiring. I just had the funniest visual of you two holding clandestine meetings with blueprints and rubbing your hands together all evil-like
Jess: I'm making individual chicken pot pies in a puff pastry and baked apples with butter and brown sugar for dessert
Jess: "How to make our dinner guests have heart attacks"
YT: Are you plotting the course of the cholesterol that will clog up the arteries? "If I add an extra 1/2 cup of butter, it will ensure rapid arterialsclerosis (sp?) beginning HERE!" [points dramatically at map]
Jess: HA!
YT: "However, if I go easy on the butter and increase the amount of sugar, we're looking at a good chance of diabetes. That might take longer to kick in though and at best, we might only get an amputated limb or some cataracts."
YT: I'm sick. Sick, I tell you. Sick
Jess: That's why I love you
YT: My mother would hang her head in shame if she only knew. You know, I think she'd be more upset about my irreverence than my lesbionic ways
Jess: Did you watch The Apprentice last night?Jess continues this theme on her blog with another of our deep and probing discussions...
YT: Yup!
Jess: I cannot believe how horribly Apex did. It was mind-boggling
YT: I could not figure out why they were at Penn Station handing out ads
Jess: It was really dumb
YT: That's not targeted marketing at all. Stupid, stupid, stupid
YT: I wish the show wouldn't end. I like it far too much
Jess: Me too
YT: Ewwwwwwwwwwwww! Guess what?
Jess: What?
YT: My friend's in-laws somehow indirectly know Raj and they gave Raj her cell phone number!!!! She hasn't watched the show this season so she asked me about him...
Jess: Oh my god
YT: She will HATE him. She is a fiercely independent woman who will kick a man in the balls if he even looks at her funny. I mean, she wishes airborne viruses on people for fuck's sake
Jess: Oh dear
YT: I hate him so much. We were walking around DSW last weekend and I trash-talked him all the way from boots to sneakers
Jess: That's a great line
YT: Why thank you
Jess: You could start a novel with that line
YT: Yup. It's right up there with "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..."
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