Sh*T My Friends Say, Part Three

(I have the sinking feeling this is going to become a regular staple on my blog. Keep it up, friends! Apparently you're hilarious, har harrr.)

The following two posts are from a friend of mine, named Katie, who every now and then offers me a little wiggle room with our conversations. Sometimes they turn terribly dirty. Other times they turn awkwardly funny. Observe.

And when my potato making noises haven't gotten her in giggles, conversations about Wendy's frosties do. Who knew all it took was frosties and a hot tub to get the best of both worlds?

Sh*t My Friends Say, Part Two

There was such an overwhelming response to Sh*t My Friends Say, Part One! Who knew my friends were funny and amusing to read? I just thought they've existed solely to drive me borderline insane and manic.

I noticed, though, on my last post that I hadn't shown you any of the conversations I have with one of my closest friends, Steph. I've mentioned her on here a couple of times, but most of you only know her by her name. Let it be known that she isn't my one of my best friends just because she's freaking inhumanly gorgeous- she's one of my favorite people to talk to. Why? Because we can have conversations like these naturally.