*squinting into the sunrise
“I should have brought my swim suit, no wait I meant sunglasses... the swim suit you put over your face to help block out the sun... you knew what I meant”
(Sore from bowling)
Me: man, my wrist is killing me
Jesse: literally?
Me: ya, I'll have to kill it before it kills me
Jon: war of attrition
Me: I'll have to cut off my wrist's supply lines... oh wait