Actual Text. Don’t judge, my one reader (or maybe I have two or three now?) 🙂
In reference to the boss:
Friend: Is she back? Sorry. Fighting. Running late.
Me: Sour fur fights. 😦
Me: Yes. You know I love you!
Friend: I love you too. I’ll be there soon to help fight the fur.
Friend: I won’t leave a sister behind to clean up da fur.
Friend: Check your texts.
Me: Haha. Ok. I meant sorry for fights. But now I’m really confused. What fur fight made sense to you? And why are you going to clean it?
Friend: You know we live in a pussy-filled environment. Fur flies at a moment’s notice there.
Me: Ah! Do you kiss your mama with that mouth?
Me: Get your ass to work.
Friend: No. Not unless you instigate sour fur fights.
Me: Like that would take much? Give me 5 minutes.
Friend: bahaha. See you soon.