2019-12-05 - Kugeleh

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: I hope you at least got to rail Cap after leaving me hanging?

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: Hah. Noneya.
(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: You okay? Did you dry out

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: eh

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: translating that as "actually still drunk"

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: fair

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: why is it you went after him, anyway? is it because he's fucking hot and another Marine?
(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: don't get me wrong, good reasons, but...eh, forget it

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: those are true. more to it.

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: look, I'm an asshole for hitting on you and leaving you hanging.
(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: and I'm an asshole for doing it while you're messed up, too. so. sorry.

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: And why you? Especially if no reciprocla? ricp? flipping. whatever.
(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: You have miles to climb ot hreah my level of asshole.
(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: and I mean that in the dirtiest sense possible
(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: Which makes no sense but is still making me laugh

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: honestly, I've been with guys before who didn't
(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: that doesn't make any sense, you doof

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: Fuck you i'm hilarious

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: you're hilariously wasted

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: WHich i prefer to sad wasted.

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: fair
(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: I'm just...ugh. super fucking into him. it's the worst

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: Yea. I have no adivce to give. Ever agian.

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: do I seem to you the kind of guy who takes advice
(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: look, if you need to talk about stuff...just go ahead and talk about it. I'll listen

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: Can I aska favor instead?

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: yeah, shoot

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: SLeep at my place one night? Not with me. No sextytimes.

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: sure. but I have to take the couch because I don't trust either of us.

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: I have a spare bedroom. And a couch.
(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: And I dion't think either of us can be trusted either.

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: you want I should cook?

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: ? I would def not say no. You odn't have to

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: Yeah, I'll make chicken soup, Jewish style

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: that sounds amazing. i'm living on protein bars and booze

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: shit, I'll make matzoh balls AND kugel

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: I know the first. No idea on the sceond. But great!

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: Sweet noodle casserole...lot better than it sounds

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: Sounds horrifying. ANd like a bad term of endearment. Protip. you ever call me kugel and I will shoot out your kneecaps.

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: farvas volt ir ton dos, kugeleh?
(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: look I ain't about to tell you to quit the drinking, but maybe you could slow down a little

(TXT to Itzhak) Easton: Ok. But I'm seious about the kugle thing.

(TXT to Easton) Itzhak: well, it turns out I like having kneecaps