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! 😀