Insecure Shoes

Richard: ...Then I took him out to my car, made him sit in the passenger seat, and I smashed his face into the dash.

Nic: I just booked you on Oprah.

Richard: Sweet. Maybe they’ll let us play a song.

Nic: Maybe they'll hate it

Richard: Maybe that will help us.

Nic: Maybe it will hurt us.

Richard: Maybe we can blog about it.

Nic: Maybe they will hate that.

Richard: Maybe we'll slap some hoes.

Nic: Maybe I'll fall in love with a unicorn.

Richard: Faggot!

Nic: I SAID MAYBE!!!

Richard: I didn't.

Nic: Your self-assured certainty hurts my post-modern insecurities.

Crap... you're going to call me a faggot again aren't you...

Richard: All in due time.

[5 hours later, Nic is standing in the parking lot talking to [co-worker]. Richard gets in his car and drives by yelling out the car window]

Richard: Nice shoes FAGGOT!!!