If we play any more Monopoly I may have to kill one of you.
You’re just mad because you wanted to be the top hat.
And my top hat is kicking all y’all’s asses.
No I care not about top hats. I am just sick of this game.
But why?
I was not at first. Four hours ago. Then I was happy. Four hours ago.
This is how I want to spend every Saturday from now on.
Oh, dearling, it would get boring.
Eventually. But a few hundred afternoons laying in the sun, on the beach, no, I’ll risk the boredom.
Fair enough.
I’m not sure about this whole night swimming thing.
Why not?
Well, what if something tries to eat me?
Melly Mel, it’s cool. In the daytime, could you see things under the water that might want to nibble you?
Not helping!
Beeeeach house! We’re in a beeeeeeaaaaaach hoooouuuuuuusee!
This would seem to be the case.
We got us a beeeeeeaaaaaaacccchhhh hhhhhhooooouuuuuuuuussssse!
All weekend, even!
Please do not wreck the place.
All right, Jake? We’re going to go into potential racist territory. You’ve been warned!
Oh, hit me, man!
So last night, Eric comes over, and while we’re eating he mentions an article he read. And we discussed it and everything makes more sense now.
What things?
Natasha?
Daniel?
Tell me about the time Mark and Sven set you on fire?
I have no idea what you’re talking about.
That was a killer burrito.
All other burritos must bow before the ones we just had.
Burrito night is a success.
Well of course it was. It was a night where we had burritos. Duh?
