Friday Ferretblogging: Conversation Edition

JOEY: [hopped up on raisins and PediaLyte] HOW Y’ALL FEEL?

STRIPE: You must chill. I have hidden your keys. Chill.

FOX: Fuckin’ Kossacks partying all night outside my window, didn’t get a wink of sleep, all I could hear was fuckin’ Fitzmas songs, damn kids today with their politics and their long hair …

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