B: Do you still hold the world record for hardest rocking down syndrome kid?
T: No they figured out I didn’t have down syndrome. It wasn’t pretty. I was attacked by 30 down syndrome kids.
B: Haha. “You’re not one of us!”
T: Yeah it was a pretty cool attack though. They kinda just slobbered on me and gently nudged me with their heads.
B: Sounds like my Saturday night.
B: For lunch I ate an entire family-sized chicken pot pie and then promptly fell asleep.
T: Sweet. Which family was in the pie?
B: No, it was a pie made out of chicken pots.
T: Chicken pot? Is that you whiteys smoke over there?
T: Wanna do lunch?
B: Sure. Only, Deb is working with me in the office today. We were gonna have a working lunch.
T: Want me to pick you guys up some burritos?
B: That sounds berry tempting. Shall we eat here in my office?
T: Yeah if you want to. or we could eat in Amanda’s office.
B: Amanda is here though. It would be funny if we all ate at her desk.
T: Even bettter!
B: If you were to pick us up some burritos, could we pay you back with a head massage and a complimentary prostate exam?
B: Hey, any chance you can get off work early and go watch Iron Man 2? It is a moral imperative.
T: Can’t. I have already met 4 white people today. That’s 3 over my daily allowance
B: Can’t you make an exception today?
T: And they scheduled me elsewhere.
B: Nuts. I’m gonna go dig a hole.
T: Cool. A bung hole??
B: Already got one of those. Just a hole. That’s what I do when I can’t focus. You should see our backyard. Full of holes.