Yeah… I must be crazy. I have this insane compulsion to have conversations with my phone… weird, huh?
You… and the last guy… meet to figure out what the word “inanimate” means. And ditch the pocket protectors, please!
Maybe because you actually think the little phone in your hand is a real intelligent being???
Maybe the same place I first saw your phone number— on the wall of a public bathroom.
Yeah, this Baby got back.
I picked the wrong week to give up sniffing glue…
That shows what meth is, but does not really answer the question at hand…