hb: ugh. i may have to go to iowa for work at the end of the month.
rb: ugggh. but dude the cows! you can go click clack and they can go mooooo and then you’re a children’s book! you will think this when you see cows now. i’m sorry.
hb: why can’t i go lovely places like paris or san fran or even somewhere warm like miami
rb: because we don’t sing will smith songs nearly well enough to be invited to miami. and sf is for people with less awesome shoes than you wear. and as for paris, well, darling, gertrude stein must think it’s got to be a trip for passion, not work.
