Good God I am so fucked right now. The above is sitting an arm’s length away from me.
Devil E: Merry Christmas. To your ass! Mohahahaha (<— very, very evil laugh)
Angel E: But think of the summer, and your skinny jeans, and lying in bed and feeling your hip bones!
Devil E: Oh whatever, it won’t count. A few chocolate almonds won’t matter
Angel E: it does look rather delicious…
Devil E: Exactly, a few won’t hurt. Indulge, it’s Christmas! You so deserve it
Angel E: Wait… you lost me at “you so deserve it,” you and I both know this is not the case. I never “deserve” food.
Devil E: Oh. whatever, just eat it.
Angel E: NO DEVIL E! NO!!! I want to join the I-Lost-50-Pounds-Club! I want to say I lost a miniature horse.* That be so awesome. SO AWESOME.
Devil E: Touché… it would.
* ‘Miniature horse’ = fat cat, as those mini horses weigh, like, 250 pounds. This is called an over exaggeration people, but you get the picture; It’ll be a pretty BIG deal. (!!)

