I Like Bagels

I love moments of 'texting' like this:

Saturday, 11:30 AM:

MICHAEL: Shut your filthy mind-hole you treacherous savage.

SAM: No.

MICHAEL: The wisest among us would do justice to our relationship if this were to occur.

SAM: WTF are you even talking about?

ME: I'm talking about the sapping of our worth through the commodification of irony, the rash abuse of pretension, and the wholesale abandonment of poetic license – a holy jihad against reason and stability. LOL.

SAM: I just ate a bagel.

MICHAEL: I like bagels.