2020-11-11 - You Can Make Up Words?

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : so that was a THING

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : Iiiiiizhak! Hi!

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : oh shit you're so cute when you're high

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : You don't have a dinghy. I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : tateleh how do you know what kinda motion i got on my ocean

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : Well. I don't. I assumed. But maybe you do have a dinghy. Which is nothing to be ashamed of.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : i'm dying. your killing me

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : we need to talk about your hats

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : They were beautiful, weren't they. If not for the explosions, I could have amde hats ten feet high.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : think they only distracted us, gillafucker didn't seem to gaf. Never going to forget all those de la Vegas with bobbing banana hats

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : Untrue! Ginger did not blow up on anyone the last time! Do not mal

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : malinger

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : mal...

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : Don't insult my hats!

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : is that was malinger means, i don't think that's what it means

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : shhh

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : fuck's sake I can't stop stoner laughing

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : That's okay. We need laughter. Seth Monaghan and I invented waffletacos. We're gonna be rich.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : you sure are, until this fucking pot cloud blows over. fuck that sounds good

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : how's things? heard you were beating up on ravn

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : I only hit him once. Just to see if he knew how to block.

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : He didn't.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : hahahahaha fuck why is that so funny

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : It was KINDA funny. He's just not a fighter, though. Probably a dodger. I think he will dodge the fuck out of things.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : yeah he is, he's a pro level dodger. dodging things all day long

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : Think he's working on situational awareness. And his thing. You might be better at helping with his thing. Neither I nor Monaghan have the same thing.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : yeah, keep meaning to teach him to use doors and whatever, we keep being busy playing violin

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : uh...did you know he plays violin? like? really fucking well? like better than me?

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : Violin is nice! And he mentioned that he played. He seems to like your playing, though, and you're mean to yourself all the time, so I bet he's not better.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : MEAN TO MYSELF ALL THE TIME what's that mean

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : Bet. Better. Bet bet bet bet bet.

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : IT MEANS WHAT IT SAYS

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : NO NOT TRUE and even if it was true i deserve being mean to myself

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : I don't hardly ever lie, Itzhak, which means everything I say is the TRUTH. You don't deserve being mean to yourself. You're a good guy. You have a sweet heart and I bet your hair feels nice.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : it totally feels nice

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : Seeeeee I knew it.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : not that you would know!!!

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : That's why I have to betbetbet. I don't know!

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : you could touch it if you asked real nice

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : But I'd have to get off the bed and I'm pretty sure I live here now. Except when kidnapped by Gillamonsters.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : that's fair, I can't figure out how to get off the couch, javier is laughing at me and also making fun of me

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : Tell him to stop. You're good. People shouldn't make fun of you. I will thump him.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : don't thump my boyfriend clayton, only i'm allowed to thump him

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : Then thump him. Thump him hard.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : i'll thump him and say it was from you

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : uh, phrasing

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : Yay. I'm happy. Make with the good thumping!

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : ALEXANDER i'm laughing so hard i'm crying, you're such a dick

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : I am a PRIVATE dick.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : a shammus, that's what we say in yiddish

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : Is that the word for detective, or for penis? Because my ability to reuse that word will vary based on that.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : actually it's the word for the candle on the menorah we light the other candles with, it means 'guide', it's slang for private detective

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : that's you, you're the guiding light in the darkness

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : Hmm. Pleasant but inaccurate. Still. It's nice. It's a nice word. You will get a free waffletaco.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : fuck yes free waffletaco, put ALL the treyf on that shit

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : I was thinking tongue. And ice cream. Chocolate with tongue? Or strawberry?

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : another fun word is slosser, that means a mechanic. but it's kinda got the meaning of a fixer as in, the guy who fixes your problems

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : It suits you! But it sort of sounds like it's drunk. It's a drunk word. A slosser.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : oh man, tough choice. strawberry though i think

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : mmmm, strawberry.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : so you got that beefy/fruity thing going on, yeah? oh man even better would be cherry

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : Ugh, cherry.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : or mango, bet that'd be GOOD. ugh i'm so hungry.

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : I don't think I've ever had mango.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : aww it's so good, it's like...mango. it's super like mango

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : it tastes like a girl made of tropical vacations came on your tongue

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : I would be very disappointed if mango was not like mango. Man. Now I want fruit. Roll it around in my mouth, squish the pulp against the roof of my mouth with my tongue and let the juice roll down my throat. Yes. Fruit.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : great now i'm hungry AND horny

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : Javier cooks. Problem solved! Both.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : that's why I love him

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : Love is nice.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : fuck I'm gonna sober up and go to text you something and see this and be so embarrassed

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : I've already decided that I'm gonna burn my phone at some point. So I enjoy myself until then!

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : i'm just kidding that's not why i love him, i love him because he's adorable and grumpy and hot and sexy and wonderful and he don't mind when I sing in the shower and then keep singing while we make breakfast and probably some dancing is happening in there too, he pretends he thinks i'm a lunatic but secretly he's so into it, anyway i sure am gushing about him i'll shut up

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : ::heart emoji:: ::party emoji::

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : yeah burning my phone sounds like a great idea

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : Toooo late. I've already sent a screenshot to my desktop. I will send it to Javier before next Valentine's day.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : YOU DID NOT

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : Do I ever lie?

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : NO, THAT WAS A WISHFUL THINKING YOU DID NOT

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : I can do it while laying down. It's in the cloooud, Itzhak.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : UUUUUUUUUGH

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : i'm gonna burn down the cloud

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : You can't. Cloud is everywhere. Cloud sees all. Cloud knows all. Javier will know all.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : gonna push the cloud into the veil

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : And then, when everyone's email starts eating people, it will be your fault. You want that on your conscience??

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : it's your fault ACTUALLY alexander

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : you left me no choice

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : It's not! I think Javier would like to know that you love him and love the way he loves your singing and dancing.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : ugh god i'm blushing

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : You are so blushy. It's nice.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : you are MAKING it WORSE

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : Betbetbet.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : did isabella get edible panties??? marshall is saying something about that being a thing????????

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : I believe she was assured that they do not, actually, taste that good. I don't mind. The taste is not the point. But I respect her choices.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : the taste is NOT the point lol

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : Well, it isn't. Or people would be buying them just to munch on. And no one does. I have the munchies, and I still don't want edible panties.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : fucking same. way better to wear real panties but maybe like tiny lace things that can be torn off real easy. or crotchless, crotchless ain't bad either

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : There's no need to tear good clothing. Patience. Delicacy. Anticipation.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : oh there's no NEED, sure. you do it for fun!

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : Taking your time is also fun!

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : hell yeah it is. ...i think this is the first conversation we've ever had about sex

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : Is it? I don't talk about it very much. It's not usually important.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : yeah you don't, i don't either actually because then i blush and feel like an idiot

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : There's nothing to feel like an idiot about. As long as everyone's having fun, you're doing it riiiiiight, right? Betbet?

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : WHY ARE YOU SAYING THAT. ITS NOT A WORD

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : I have made it into a word, Itzhak. It's a word now.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : you can't just MAKE UP words

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : HOW DO YOU THINK WORDS GET MADE??

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : ...i don't know, at the word factory?

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : That's not a thing. Words come from brains. Glorious, throbbing brains.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : goddammit now i have to think about your hats AND your glorious throbbing brains, i'm not going to survive

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : hats ON the brains

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : Best dressed brains in the business. You have a beautiful brain. It deserves a very large banana. And some coconuts.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : hell yes it does, oh man a pina colada sounds so good, wonder if we have stuff to make one. who am i kidding i know we don't because i didn't buy any coconut rum and javier only buys tequila

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : Tequila isn't even very tasty. Shh. Don't tell him I said that.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : hahaha what'll you give me if i don't

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : I have a lovely set of autopsy photos. Even burns! Educational.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : you hang on to those, they might be worth good money one day

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : They are not. But. They are interesting. What do you waaaant?

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : lol i was just messing with you. what I want is a nap. and a pastrami sandwich but there's no real delis around here

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : There's a deli on main street. It's okay. We have more hazelnuts than you do. Don't hate.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : i mean it's OKAY but it's not the real thing. okay i'm gonna pass out now, jesus, I've never been this high for this long

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : and that's saying something, believe you me

(TXT to Itzhak) Alexander : Sleeeeep wellllll. Sleep betbet, Itzhak.

(TXT to Alexander) Itzhak : betbet your tuchis