Noah: theres a party in my pants and you're invited
Chris: woah there - the last time i fell fot that one, i ended up covered in nacho cheese and set adrift in a lifeboat
Noah: hot dang, and i thought i was the only one
Chris: not that it wasn't tasty...
Chris: but try explaining to the dry cleaners how you got your powder-blue leisure suit covered in imitation cheese product
Noah: chris, you remain master of the utterly random
Chris: bows i try
In case you're wondering, yes, our conversations usually go a little something like that.