I'm Facetimeing YOU tonight at 6:01 and I expected a detailed visual tour of your ass. She quickly fired-off a follow-up text. Izzy: NOT LITERALLY. "Your ass" as in a "your mom" joke. You get it, right? If you moon me via Facetime I shall report you to the FCC. Blake: I don't think you need that coffee. Also. Maybe while I’m gone, you should look up what the FCC does, since you clearly have no idea. Izzy: You're not the boss of me. Blake: I am quite literally the boss of you.
