Anne: Hee! "I think the Nutritional Data Center dude is kind of high with his calorie amounts."

Weetabix: Really? Someone said that? Or you are?

Anne: A comment on the Are You Out to Lunch? this week.

Weetabix: Ha! I hope Ricky isn't high. Or if he is, then he's inviting us to toke up too. Send us your stash, Ricky!

Anne: Don't bogart, dude! That is totally harsh.

Weetabix: Yeah, and like, where are the munchies, man? Nothing like drug humor to zest up the weekly chat. When did I start using zest as a verb?

Anne: I think it started the day you had a brain aneurysm. The awesome thing about getting high with the staff of Elastic Waist? Sarah is around to fix us some food.

Weetabix: That explains why I can smell veggie burgers right now.

Anne: I think that's the stroke, honey.

Weetabix: BWAH.

Anne: And Susan's fridge is full of awesomeness.

Weetabix: As I said when you sent me the picture of your fridge: PBR? PB Awesome!

Anne: And Ricky, I saw that disparaging comment you made about my case of the good stuff. You snob.

Weetabix: He did. He played the beer card. Sure, he can be choosy. He's hiding all the good drugs!

Anne: If he's got the good drugs, we should keep him away from the knives. Brooke, use your fancy new knife skills to keep your blades out of the wrong hands!

Weetabix: Yes, leave the knives to Brooke, since she knows what to do with them.

Anne : I wonder if, off camera, he taught her secret killing techniques. Brooke knows how to...handle them. Waggle! That was my eyebrows. It was suggestive.

Weetabix: Very suggestive. Brooke could be like one of those ninjas with the throwing knives.

Anne: Thwack an onion! Whack an enemy!

Weetabix: I think we've just invented a new cooking show. I'd watch that shit instead of Sandra Lee!

Anne: Is that like being a chef in the kitchen, a lady in the living room and a whore in the bedroom? You should also be a ninja in the darkness?

Weetabix: It's like being your mom.

Anne: It is so hard to be a woman nowadays. That's what she said!
I don't know what that meant. Sandra lee wishes she had famous chefs teaching her knife skills.

Weetabix: Clearly we got way too wasted on our cruise this weekend, where sadly, there were no ninjas, nor prisoner's dancing to Thriller.

Anne: Ooh! You know what would be awesome? Prisoners dancing to thriller, wielding knives!
it would be a dazzling spectacle.

Weetabix: Actually, we didn't get wasted. But yes! Dressed like pirates!

Anne: The cruise was almost one without that, though.

Weetabix: And monkeys!

Anne: What with all the tiny blondes and perfect abs.Ninja pirate monkeys! That fly!

Weetabix: They really were perfect. It was sort of inconceivable, how perfect a person can be.

Anne: If our parents hadn't fucked us up, I bet we'd be perfect, too.

Weetabix: We probably wouldn't be jonesing for Ricky's stash, anyway.

Anne : And then dealing with the dangerous munchies. If we ate heirloom tomatoes, we'd be a-okay, though.

Weetabix: Also, what's this I hear about you and, um, a personal device of some kind?

Anne: A girl's got to do what a girl's got to do, man. BZZZZZZZZZT. Readers may be thinking of me slightly differently now, though.

Weetabix: Sounds pretty perfect to me.

Anne: Sorry, readers! I didn't mean to overshare!

Weetabix: OH! This is a family website!