Rich: I see that “Mike” from Breaking Bad found a new home. He’s on Vegas playing a mobster. Far stretch, huh?
Me: He needs to be on a Christmas special. Something where he’s a kind, elderly gentleman that just wants his son to visit for the holidays.
Rich: Yeah right. Did Walter Matthau die or something?
Me: Yeah, like 12 years ago. 😦
Rich: You know those people that spent all kinds of money on the Twinkies and stuff may have done it too early.
Rich: They are supposedly stopping the sale of Hostess and it may not go out of business.
Me: Oh, that’s good but yeah, they’d feel silly that they paid $10 for a box of Twinkies.
Kim: You know what I’d miss the most? Not Twinkies but Ding Dongs.
Rich: You can get stuff that tastes like those.
Kim: No, nothing tastes like a Ding Dong.
Talking to my friend about a guy she used to date and long story short, here’s part of the conversation.
Mel: I told him, it’s not me you need to worry about, you’re the one who is an infidel.
Me: Um, I don’t think that means what you think it means.
Mel: What does it mean?
Me: An infidel is what terrorists sometimes call others. (I looked it up and it is a word that means “no faith” and is used by more than just one religion)
Mel: Oh, my bad. I’m glad it was you I was talking to.