Me: DON’T YOU DARE MAKE FUCK OF MY DENIM! Caleb: Make fuck of? Me: FUN OF. Me: You knew what I meant, you ass. Caleb: Sometimes with you it can be quite the guessing game. Me: Are you saying I’m difficult? *cracks knuckles* Caleb: Yes, but in, like, a good way. Me: That’s what I thought. Kisses! Gotta run! Caleb: She threatens me and then runs off. Da fuck. Me: You love
