“So I was tinkin’, lil brother” “I don’t recall dat bein’ yer strong suit but go ahead”
“You’re cruisin’ for a brusin’ but I was tinkin’ we need more money”
“True dat”
“We could make some a dose whatcha call ’em — Tik Toks and make a lot of money.”
“What we gonna make Tik Toks about?”
“Funny shit dat happens at work.”
“Oh yeah, you mean like dat time Ozzie….”
“Yeah, or when Jim pooped his pants from eatin’ duh lunch he didn’t put in the fridge….”
“Or when Marilyn sent dat e-mail”
“What was dat one?”
“You remember last week when dey sent an e-mail to duh whole company about how people have to get dere cars outta duh parking lot when they clock out?”
“Oh yeah. Fuckers.”
“Well Marilyn tought she was sending a reply to Mary, but she cc’ed duh whole company, calling management a bunch of pricks and saying maybe she would hit soma dem when she got her car out.”
“Ouch.”
“So, yeah, we could make Tik Toks. But I tink we gotta write stuff down first.”
“Oh Kay…. I dunno about writing, I ain’t written much since high school.”