| Friend: | Hi, how are you feeling today? |
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| Me: | I think I've hit an All Time Low. |
| Friend: | Oh my gosh. What's wrong? |
| Me: | Well, The Maine reason is that no one gets my band references. |
| Friend: | Wait what? |
| Me: | Can we go to dinner so I can explain. You. Me. At Six? |
| Friend: | What are you talking about? |
| Me: | Or I guess we could wait for summer... Is The Summer Set? |
| Friend: | What the hell. |
| Me: | I mean, we could go to a parade. Perhaps a Mayday Parade? |
| Friend: | What the fuck is a Mayday Parade. |
| Me: | Goodbye cruel world! Bring Me The Horizon! |
| Friend: | You're so weird. |
| Me: | I guess we're having a Fall Out, Boy. |
| Friend: | I'm a girl. |
| Me: | Yes, and Boys Like Girls. |
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