Monday 1/20/20
J: I am going to destroy you in arm wrestling like you are a nineteen-year-old girl the next time I see you.
C: Can't say "girl."
J: What?
C: Sexist. Also, sounds like you are plotting an assault. That's not me talking. That's 2020.
J: Sick.
C: Mmmm.
J: But you get what I'm saying, right?
C: Mmmhhm. That's fine.
J: Why?
C: I focus on the heart.
J: Yeah, I saw that on the blog.
C: Your arms won't help you stave off a bypass. Frankly, a blade of grass can overpower a dead man's arms.
J: What the fuck.
C: Don't go there unless you want the gift bag.
