My Phone: *you have a text message!*
Marty's Text:
Me: OMG! IS THAT from the LAB?
Marty: It's a margarita. And fish tacos.
Me: DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHERE THAT'S BEEN?
Marty: Uhm. In the sea? I think it's cod.
Me: I MEAN THAT GLASS THINGY WITH THE NUMBERS.
Marty: WTF? Why are you in all caps?
Me: THIS IS ME BEING UPSET.
Marty: . . . .
Me: WHAT IF THAT HAD RADIOACTIVE GOO IN IT OR SOMETHING?!?!?!
Marty: You did NOT just say GOO.
Me: I did! I DID! GOO. GOO!!!!!
Marty: You realize that I also have radioactive plates in the pantry. And salt shakers.
Me: OMG we're all going to die.
Marty: Well, yeah. We all do eventually.
Me: . . . .
#itsortahappenedthatway
You're gonna die..... :)
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