he doesn’t hate me. he nothings me.

SARAHK: I’m sorry lunch was so late and that you hate me.
FRANK J.: Ohh. I don’t hate you much at all.

2 Responses to he doesn’t hate me. he nothings me.

  1. I love the snippets of conversation, sarahk – it’s like a whole world is in them. They make me laugh!!

  2. Living at your house must be like hanging out at the Algonquin Round Table. Only drier, funnier, and lots less communist.