Everything You Need to Know About Our Lives

So I’m talking to Mza about her friend I’ll call Boy. Boy wants to hang out with Mza, and with me too, I guess. Which is convenient since Mza and I live together.

Here’s a bit of the conversation:

McBickle: I feel like Boy is one of us. Like, could sit on the couch and be ooky with us.

Mza: Yes. Indeez.

McBickle: Like, I feel no need to be "pretty" around him.

Mza: Maybe I should invitz him over for brunch.

McBickle: There could be brunch.

Mza: Aka pretzels.