- truth hurts

Tyson: He's fiiiiine.

Tyson: Cori Griffin, alright, awesome.

Cori: Putting him on a diet while you're gone.

Tyson: A happy chunky boy.

Tyson: Well yes, I'm very good at bad choices.

Cori: Who needs a diet.

Tyson: But he's a happy boy.

Tyson: Because I'm going to be giving you a key to my apartment, I should know.

Cori: He's a chunky boy.

Tyson: He got one small bit of chicken.

Tyson: What's your last name?

Cori: Which he shouldn't have.

Tyson: He seems happy

Tyson: I do, but he's a fat ass.

Tyson: Its just chicken. right?

Tyson: Do you happen to know if cats can eat sweet and sout chicken? Without the sauce?

Tyson: cause google isn't really helping me.

Tyson: Sounds good, just text me when you are free

Tyson: Makes sense. If you want to come by I'll give you a key.

Tyson: Oh, right cause nursing.

Tyson: Very true.

Tyson: But what if he doesn't play? Because so far he's been into joining me while I drink a beer and eat chinese food in front of the tv.

Tyson: Nah, I mean if you're going to take the time, I might as well pay you for it.

Tyson: Thanks! I can pay you.

Tyson: It's fine. The cat's been here longer than I have.

Tyson: I never asked if mine does.