I always think that when it comes to love (if it’s love we’re talking about) or the deeper a relationship is, the jealousy comes over something more significant than things like this.
+ So how was your day?
- As you know, it’s been quite colourful. How was yours?
+ There was this really hot girl came in when I was at work. She’s really pretty. You remember that girl from the Brazil match?
- Ah, yes. How can I not remember?
+ Now this girl was even prettier! She was wearing yellow too. A yellow tshirt made out of a very thin material. I could see her nipples!
- Really? Hahaha!
+ Yes!
- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
+ What?
- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
+ What’s so funny?
- Uh, uh. Hahaha! What are we like?
+ What do you mean?
- I mean… What am I? I’m like, your ***** now, yes?
+ Yes. So?
- So why am I not… like pissed off or upset or something listening to you talking about this hot girl?
+ Hahaha! I know where you’re getting at.
- See? Normal people see me as this real cold, emotionless person.
+ Nah. You’re not cold or emotionless. I’d have reacted just the same if you told me about some bloke in tight pants or something.
- Speaking of blokes, that cute Romanian ****** who’s got a crush on me is back at work. She asked me out for a date again.
+ That arsehole!!!
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Inspired by and dedicated to two good old friends.
