Shit H says that makes W crazy:
H: Hey, I’m gonna go out and get some candy. Want anything?
W: Seriously? We were just at the grocery store.
H: I love sugar.
W: Yeah, keep saying that when you’re diabetic.
H: I want lemon Jolly Ranchers. Want anything?
W: Where are you gonna go?
H: I dunno.
W: Okay, can you grab a Faygo red pop for me?
H: They don’t have that where I’m going and I don’t want to make another stop.
W: *narrowed eyes, pursed lips* You just said that you didn’t know where you were going …
H: You knew where I was gonna go.











