Ed: Yeah, he is so boring. Like white toast. No butter, no jelly.
Manda: Yeah, he would be interesting if he were fuh-black.
Ed: Oh, like faux-black?
Ed: Yeah, now he’s just fuh-cool.
Manda: Yeah, he’s fuh-a-decent-person.
Ed: Stop the car! I am dying of bitchiness.
[Edit: Manda's blog depicting our descent into the superficial and caustic. We are two vipers.]