We may be terrible people but we're terrible together.
Jay: If it's an inconvenience let me know and I'll cab it.
Me: My pleasure shmoopsie
Jay: What did you say? Who's shmoopsie you bastard? Is that your WHORE?
Jay: I found hair on your jacket.
Me: No no - "My pleasure shmoopsie' is the brand of real doll I ordered while you were gone.
Jay: Oh. Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fly off the handle like that.
Jay: I hope the NSA reads these texts. It'd be good melodrama for them.
Me: WHO'S THE NSA? YOUR HAREM YOU CHEATING TWAT?
Me: MY MOTHER WARNED ME ABOUT YOU!
Jay: NSA IS YOUR MOTHER - WE'RE IN LOVE!!!
Me: THAT BITCH! jokes on you though. I gave her herpes!
Jay: NNNOOOOOO. If only Bill Gates could find a cure for that instead of wasting his efforts on stupid polio.