The wittle fishy who ranith away...
Today’s phone conversation of interest:
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Friend: So did you see this month’s newsletter?
Me: No, I never read those.
Friend: They spelt my name wrong. Why have they never been able to spell my name right?
Me: I don’t know.
Friend: You never know anything.
Me: I know.
Friend: ... ... ... Did you see the article about Dr. Ordonez?
Me: I don’t read the newsletter.
Friend: Well anyway, it was a nice article. Did you know that her husband was a black belt?
Me: No.
Friend: He is. She has two ki—MORTIMER!! GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT! MORTIMER!! I got to go. *click*
Me: ... ... ...
[End Excerpt]
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Mortimer is a FISH.
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Why do I know these people?!
[Excerpted]
Friend: So did you see this month’s newsletter?
Me: No, I never read those.
Friend: They spelt my name wrong. Why have they never been able to spell my name right?
Me: I don’t know.
Friend: You never know anything.
Me: I know.
Friend: ... ... ... Did you see the article about Dr. Ordonez?
Me: I don’t read the newsletter.
Friend: Well anyway, it was a nice article. Did you know that her husband was a black belt?
Me: No.
Friend: He is. She has two ki—MORTIMER!! GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT! MORTIMER!! I got to go. *click*
Me: ... ... ...
[End Excerpt]
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...
Mortimer is a FISH.
...
Why do I know these people?!
