Snuffy and I were having a convo the other night, which is rare because we hardly speak or see each other on a regular basis (you maybe asking yourself: Aren't the two of you in some kind of alternate universe relationship?.....Mind your business).
SM: I'm going to Chi.cago tomorrow to fill out paperwork.
SY: What? Paperwork for what?
SM: Remember I told you that I applied for another job?
SY: (Dead silence)
SM: Baby, you there?
SY: I'm sorry, did you conveniently forget to mention the job was IN ANOTHER STATE?
SM: I want you and the prince to move with me. Do you think you can get a transfer with your company?
SY: (You want me to move with you? I'm flattered, but you have lost your effing mind) Ok, so that we're on the same page...I'm not moving to Chi.cago. But don't not move because of me. You should do what makes you happy. Plus I'll have somewhere to stay when I go to the O.prah Show.
SM: So you're not even going to consider it?
SY: I did and I decided.....No
Really dude, you expect me to pack up the prince....again, move to a place I don't know anyone....again, to be with you, and then you flake out on me....again? C'mon Son, get the eff outta here with that effing bull.shit.
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