October 2nd, 2009 - "Seamen"
- Gil: What are you guys up to tonight?
- Greg: We're going out with co-workers for a drink and then heading to the town center to return some stuff. After that, no plans. You guys?
- Gil: Nah. No plans really. I'm already fucking hungry though.
- Greg: Nice. Yeah, we were talking about laying low tonight; save money for tomorrow.
- Gil: Word. Makes sense. We'll probably do the same. I just want to eat something good. And I don't feel like cooking.
- Greg: I would recommend drinking your own seamen. It's a warm meal, pre-made.
- Gil: It's "semen", you dolt. If you're going to insult me, at least have the god damn decency to accurately spell things.
- Greg: I was referring to the sailors. I know you keep them in your home.
- Gil: You're an idiot.
- Greg: Well, duh.
