Holy s***. Lady, I so don’t give a s*** about your f****** dinner party. I don’t want hear about everything you and your friends ate. “First there were vegetables and Jane at some but I didn’t . And there wastwo kinds of soup…” shut the f*** up. I don’t need to hear all the goddamn story about the food.

Jesus Christ. You just have to talk and talk about everything. “I tied my shoes!” “I wore a coat!” “It was cold outside!”