C: I’m having a going away party for my wisdom teeth tomorrow.
J: Where are your teeth going? Are you throwing them away?!’
J: I like those videos. Crocodile Dundee was one of the better ones.
C: No, I can’t watch any more of those videos. Which one is the Crocodile Dundee one?
J: I forget you’re movie challenged. He comes to New York…from Australia…coming out from being under…
C: Dork. Not the kind of video I was talking about.
J: I know! That’s WHY is funneh. You should keep your teeth after they take them. If you do, you could talk while chewing your food!
C: I totally am! I’m going to make a necklace out of them and tell people they’re the teeth of my enemies.
J: That’s been done before. Glue them to your hand for more realistic hand puppets!
C: Huh. Actually, that’s kind of a good idea.
J: It’d be funny if someone had a permanent marker while you were unconscious.
C: I hate you sometimes. I’m already nervous about saying something stupid while I’m coming out of it.
J: Are you afraid to get drunk because you might say stupid things? Are you afraid of weed because you might say stupid things? Just don’t die and you’ll be fine. I know it’s tough on you, considering your stance on napping*.
C: No. Not really. I’ll try not to die. It’s very tough on me. You could be more sympathetic.
J: Sympathy would only feed the fear.
C: Telling me not to die feeds a fear I didn’t previously have!
J: In that case, please include me in you will before you get your teeth out.
C: You’re already in there. You’ll inherit Sheba.
J: I was going to bury Sheba with you like the pharaohs.
C: She will claw her way out and maul you, then make you pet her.
J: We’ll see. I have $10 and 80 lbs of concrete that says otherwise.
C: I have a go fuck yourself for you.
*I don’t like napping. J is a BIG napper.