How I Ended Up in the Annie Hall Memorial State Home for Manic Pixie Dreamgirls

• Me: I hate him now.
• Ben: Maybe he doesn't check his email on weekends? I'm sure he'll eventually respond.
• Me: HE'S A POOPHEAD.
• Ben: Drank the child juice again this morning didn't you? I told Alice not to take that one out of Wonderland.
• Me: NAH-UH! Did not! (might've drank the terrible twos variation O_o)
• Ben: even worse. Someone really should be keeping an eye on you. Maybe a monitoring collar? Just a thought.
• Me: I spray painted all the surveillance cameras because I wanted to pick my nose in peace.
• Ben: wow. You're a whole different person with toddler juice.
• Me: Snickers can fix that, right?
• Ben: No candy for you.
• Me: HEY! Meaniehead!
• Ben: Look here, kiddo. Your toddler self is difficult enough to deal with without a sugar high. I mean, that kid juice has lasted all day long. Usually it wears off in an hour.
• Me: I'm hooked up to an IV of it.
• Ben: My god. This may not be reversible. friendshipover.gif?
• Me: But but but...
• Ben: Cut the tube! No more intravenous childhood. Grow up. Be an adult. Embrace life.
• Me: You ruin my fun Ben.
• Ben: Don't make me send you to the annie hall memorial state home for manic pixie dreamgirls. I'll do it. Won't even visit.