Christine: Well, I licked it once so I could reattach the hat.
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Sean
Sarah: Mmm, this is the best my fingers have ever tasted.
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Jen
Jen: Hey, nobody’s talking about the Klan here. I just indicated that us white people had a meeting where we decided what kinds of actors we like.
Torrell: That’s true, Mexicans do the same thing.
Jen: La Raza!
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Jen
Jen: What are you watching?
Torrell: Marine 2.
Jen: Who’s in it?
Torrell: I don’t know. You might recognize him, though. He looks like the kind of action-type actor that white people would like.(After careful consideration of the main character.)
Jen: Nope, sorry. I don’t recognize that guy. He must not have been at the last white peoples’ meeting.
Torrell: You’re talking about the Klan, right? -
Sean
(while looking at an April Fools day issue of a newspaper)
Brian: Retirement home brothel. Ha. Christine, check out who wrote the article. {hands her the paper}
Christine (reading): Anna Linjection? Who’s that? -
Jen
Sean: Nice quote. Sadly, it caused the google ads on the page to become about interracial match making.
Jen: I can think of something that will cause them to become even more so. -
Jen
Steve: My new balls arrived today, the bright yellow ones are very tacky. Like, they stick to each other a lot.
Jen: You tell me about your balls a lot.
Steve: I’ve only told you about my balls twice, I think. At least in recent memory.
Jen: Twice seems like a lot when it’s your brother telling you about how sticky and yellow they are, I guess.
Steve: Hahaha. It sounds dirty when you put it like that.
Jen: What, it JUST started sounding dirty? What’s it like being the vice president of Candyland?
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Sean
(douchey guy talking loudly on his phone)
Douche: Yeah, we have a great working environment. We do a ton of team-building exercises.
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Sarah
Sean (said with a lilting lisp): “It’s a sandwich from Turkey Island. It’s a magical place where turkeys roam free and then turn into sandwiches.”
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Sarah
Me: “Fuck! I just cmd-Q’d firefox on accident AGAIN!”
Sean: “You should look into smaller fingers.”
Me: “Are you saying I have fat pinkies!” -
Sarah
(At the Santa Barbara Sunday art walk by the beach, a vaguely hispanic vendor who’s definitely not speaking Spanish sells palm tree seed necklaces for $25)
Middle-Aged White Guy: Veinte.
Vendor: What? No, it’s $25.
Middle-Aged White Guy: Veinte.
Vendor: *sigh* Ok, $20.
Middle-Aged White Guy: Gracias
*pause*
Middle-Aged White Guy: Vaya con dios.
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