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Connor

I don’t think so bud

And it’s ping pong unless your a nerd

You’re

Jonathan

I’m grateful we haven’t entered the phase where you neglect to correct even the most egregious errors.

Also I am an accomplished former world-class athlete, so you can neither bait me nor bribe me to participate in your David Rose softball role play request.

Connor

What if I promise bbq after

Jonathan

Still no.

What is the precise nature of the food?

Connor

Ha! I see what you did

This weeks a Tibetan momo food trunk

Track

Truck food tuck fuck

Jonathan knew this was the point where a person who wasn’t an uptight stick might reply with food or sex emojis, or both. This was the point where a somewhat normal person would agree to voluntarily attend an event at a sports field filled with strangers who understood and liked team sports.

Unfortunately for his social life, this was the point where his finger froze over the letters on the screen and his brain imitated a dry pan left on a stove burner.

Connor

You don’t have to take the field. You can sit in tour chair and keep the book.

I’ll teach you. Just come

That was not not innuendo

Jonathan

Fine.

But I won’t wear those polyester knee-type pants.

Ever.

Connor

Fine

But you will wear one of my jerseys