#wtp conversations

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Hey, it’s been forever! We haven’t even made our 2014 year in review post. Know why? WE’RE STILL WRITING ALL THE THINGS we’re not yet allowed to tell you about.

In the meantime, have some stupid!

Susan: i don't know what a powertrain is.

Jeffrey: it's like this locomotive that's super strong

 S: hahaha. maybe it's like an exercise program. DO YOU POWERTRAIN

J: I POWERTRAIN EVERY DAY BRAH

S: or it's like practicing for superheroes. they have powers, they need to train! SORRY LOIS BUSY POWERTRAINING YOU KNOW. I POWERTRAINED FOR TWO HOURS LAST WEEKEND IT WAS COOL. WITH BRUCE YOU KNOW WE'RE FRIENDS, GO TO THE SAME GYM, HANG OUT, CHECK OUT THE LAYDAYS

S: well Bruce doesn't have powers never mind

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Too busy writing ALL OF THE THINGS. So instead of Very Important Writing Talk, have a Very Important Discussion About The Danger Zone.

Susan: HIIIIIIGHWAAAAAY TO. THE. DANGER ZONE.

Jeffrey: highway to the danger zone? Susan: just listening to my music like you do Jeffrey: huh. my whole life until this very moment I thought it was "I went to the danger zone". ENUNCIATE, Kenny Loggins! Susan: lol Jeffrey: well in one of the lines he even says "I'll take you right into the danger zone" so it only makes sense that the line directly preceding was that he WENT there! IT IS ABOUT FIGHTER JETS WHY ARE YOU MENTIONING HIGHWAYS Susan: IT'S A METAPHOR Jeffrey: the highways are a metaphor. for fighter jets. which the rest of the song has LITERALLY been talking about. yes. Susan: lolol this is the best

Jeffrey: BLOG POST Susan: This could be an ongoing series. TRYING TO MAKE SENSE OF THE 80S Jeffrey: Don't. You can't.

Actually, it's too late! If you missed it, read the accidental first entry in our TRYING TO MAKE SENSE OF THE 80S blogs by learning that Billy Ocean wants you to pop his glove box.

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*Susan yawns*

J: You tired?

S: Not really, no.

J: Then why are you yawning?

S: It's what I do. I'm a yawner.

J: Well, that's true. Whenever anyone asks me to describe you in three words, it's "yawner", "bitch", "bitch".

S: *dies*

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J: *cutting onions*

S: Stop, wait, look, you gotta take off this outer part, it won’t cook right!

J: Fine! I don’t even know why I help! Maybe you should just do it! You’re never satisfied, you’re always saying everything I do is wrong and it’s not good enough and you hate it!

S: …that’s also pretty much our entire writing dynamic.

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I'M KEITH HERNANDEZ.

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