"Did you end up working with Jonathan on that podcast?"
"Naw, I Dean
Ambrosed him"
"Yo, did you Dean Ambrose that guy?"
"Yeah man, obviously. All he ever wanted to do was was steal wheelchairs from the hospital and whip eggs at himself"
"He wanted to whip eggs at himself??"
"Yeah. He called it ' Bar-be-cuing eggs'"
"What?? That doesn't even make sense!"
"I know! THATS WHY I DEAN
AMBROSED HIM"
"Hey Denise, you haven't answered any of my texts since i asked you to the
homecoming dance. If
you do't want to go with me, I'd rather you just said so"
"Max! I'd love to go to homecoming with you! Sorry I didn't answer you sooner. My grandma died and I've been dealing with shit at home"
Oh! Cool! Sorry about your grandma. I thought maybe you were avoiding me because you didn't want to go with me"
"Max! I would NEVER Dean Ambrose you like that!"
"Wanna have sex after?"
"Yes. I'd love to"