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omg-spencerr:
“Don’t have to. He already does, what with his knack for seeing you when you’re sleeping and knowing when you’re awake.”
“On second thought, Santa scares the hell out of me.”
pcenix:
“Fine, fine. I’ll spare you of the mental images that might be floating around that head of yours.”
“It’s too late. I am now condemned to this internal hell.”
hollanolla:
“You got a better team?”
“Nah. Football just blows.”
ctrlharrison:
“Hey, don’t be bossy. I’ll bump it to ninety.”
“I said no deal. I came to play hard ball.”
pcenix:
“So, no more nut milk?”
“For the love of all that is holy, please don’t call it nut milk.”
fckn-abel:
“What are you talking about? Almond milk is the best.”
“No... dude. No.”
lottie-blake:
“Well, I was going to Hell anyways.”
“Same here. Wanna’ room together? I’d rather not get stuck with a shitty roommate. Hitler seems like kind of a snob.”
omg-spencerr:
“Can you not be such a pain? It’s Christmas soon, be nice.”
“Are you gonna’ tell Santa on me?”
hollanolla:
“Shhh! Shut up! The Steelers game is on and I wanna hear the commentary.”
“The Steelers? Really? I’m doing you a favor by talking over it.”
lottie-blake:
“Try it. If you don’t like it, you can trash it till your heart is content.”
“I can’t--it’s against my morals. Almond milk is the devil’s drink.”
lottie-blake:
“I would hope not… Have you ever even tried almond milk?”
“Nah. Absolutely everything about it makes me want to cry. The thought of an almond being... squeezed... so hard that it... is liquid... is unsettling for me for obvious reasons.”
lottie-blake:
“So, you’re telling me that if someone gave you liquified shit that smelled like roses, you’d be content? It’s a combination of taste and smell, but the smell is the attention-grabber. The taste determines whether or not the consumer sticks around for more.”
“Yeah, I mean, I dig roses. I wouldn’t drink it, obviously, I ain’t that weird. ...and the taste of liquified almonds has you stickin’ around for more?”
lottie-blake:
“It smells nice. Any more questions?”
“You base your beverage choices off of how they smell and not how they taste? There’s some sort of disconnect there.”
oksofia:
“If you take that to buzzfeed right now, they’d be dummies not to hire you. You should hurry, though, otherwise I’ll take your idea. Getting paid to smoke and complain? Okay.”
“That sounds like a dream, honestly. Fuck bartending, I wanna’ smoke and talk about aliens, man.”
lottie-blake:
“I hope you aren’t actually that unintelligent.”
“Nah, really. What drew you in? Was it the almond on the carton? Is almond milk your aesthetic?”
oksofia:
“Suit yourself, I for one think it would be kinda fun. Something new, and all.”
“Nah, I’d wanna’ be the Whine About It guy. Except, I wouldn’t drink a bottle of wine and complain, I’d just take an unholy amount of bong rips and complain about the government. I would need a witty title. Rip Them A New One--hell yeah.”
lottie-blake:
“Guilty… If you have a problem with my almond milk, I have a problem with you.”
“Riddle me this--how do you milk an almond?”