SFinBudapest: Sunday.
SF: Christ, Sunday already. What did me and my pals do yesterday?
SFinBudapest: You tell me.
SF: Let's see, I think we went to that weird restaurant for lunch, where the waiter ignored us for an hour. Or was that Friday?
SFinBudapest: Some blogger. Can't even think in a timely fashion, let alone update me every day.
SF: Look I'm sorry for scrambling my dates in these posts, it's hard to keep everything straight when I stay out so late.
SFinBudapest: I think you file that under "Go cry on someone else's shoulder".
SF: Ingrate. When I think of how I work and slave to keep you...
SFinBudapest: My heart bleeds.
SF: ...the 78 hours of labor I endured giving birth to you...
SfinBudapest: We don't choose our parents.
SF: ...the time I spend raising you to be big and strong...
SFinBudapest: ...the time you waste procrastinating and over-writing. Why not just write a simple, goddamn 200-word post for a change?
SF: Nah, can't do that. I think I'll just post a photo that shows how Hungarians really feel about Adam Sandler.
SFinBudapest: Wow. That's some rich content you've got there. Whoa.
SF: Just post the photo, and then I can go back to bed!
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