PM: So you’re going back to your giant freezer (Ontario, Canada)?
Tito Bobot: Yes, my flight’s tonight.
PM: Okay, take care. Next time maybe I’ll come to you.
Tito Bobot: Yes, that can work. They tell me next time I come here, it will be for your wedding.
PM: Maybe. Don’t worry. I will not disappoint you. When I get married, I will not give anybody the shit.
Tito Bobot: The what?
PM: The shit.
Both of us: 
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Hahahaha! “The Shit” Bow.
i’m totally serious btw
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Silly
LOL
i share a tremendous amount of my silly, sarcasm, and insatiable need for making faces genes with him.
Looking forward to more
you don’t know what you’re asking for, my friend.
yes, it’s insane what comes out of my mouth and his when we’re together.
Hey, that’s what writing is all about! write anything and have fun
this is not fun. this is insanity!