The Murder Dudes

Ben: I have read slightly more of THE STAND.

Ben: Think I am on about page 125.

Ben: They introduced the murder dudes, and men in suits explained that things cannot be explained, and a bitch got slapped.

Me: Who are the murder dudes?

Ben: Two guys that went on a mentally-deficient interstate killing spree.

Me: Oh yeah.

Me: Pokerizer 'em!

Me: Just read the next 50 pages right now, get it over with.

Ben: No, too tired.

Ben: We'll have to save that for its own blog post.

 

Me: Suck it up, bitch.

Me: Pretend you're comping.

Me: You do remember how to comp, don't you?

Ben: I am not joking when I say that I have almost no memory of what transpired that semester.

Ben: I have only the secondhand accounts of friends who saw me rarely at best.

Ben: Oh fuck, was that when Lost ended?

Me: What?

Ben: That was when Lost ended, right?

Ben: You know what I mean.

Ben: We watched it.

Ben: (I presume.)

Me: What are you talking about?

Ben: We watched the final season of Lost as it aired.

Ben: This is a thing we did.

Me: Oh yeah, you missed several episodes because you were ostensibly comping.

Ben: It is only slightly less nebulous than any other memory of that time.

Me: You had to leave in the middle of the season premiere because you locked your keys in your car with the engine running and your mom had to drive up to save you.

Ben: Hahahaha.

Ben: That's right.