Matt: Not much bro, just dropped off little Jannie at her ballet class.
George: Really?
Matt: Four years old and already taking ballet.
George: I know it, my Dane is only two and Mary has us looking at pre-schools for him already.
Matt: You think that’s bad? Stephanie is already bringing up colleges for Jannie.
George: Shit. Here, I got you a Coors.
Matt: Cool, but just one, Steph is picking her up from class and where gonna go to the Olive Garden.
George: What? It’s Friday, I got Mary to give me the night out.
Matt: Sorry dude, I’ve got to do the family thing. You should think about putting down the XBOX more often too. Mature a little.
George: I need to mature?
Matt: A little bit.
George: Me? I’m the one? Not you?
Matt: What the fuck are you talking about?
George: Last month you sent out an email that said you wanted to bring back your college nickname, Mattnificent. Hey, Mattnificent, grow up.
Matt: Grow up? You’re still afraid of angry sex.
George: The other day you said ‘got to get some’, about the 19 year old at the Dairy Queen.
Matt: I was talking about the Snickers blizzard.
George: Worse.
Matt: You drive a fucking Trans Am.
George: It’s not my primary car! You came over the other day with water balloons. While your daughter was at daycare. And I think you were drunk.
Matt: You remember every name you ever assigned to your dick.
George: I suppose you’re gonna pretend you didn’t ask me if you could borrow the moniker Ding Dong Bitch just last week?
Matt: Hey, it helped with my angry sex. Which my wife and I can have, because I’m a grown up. You, on the other hand, still masturbate to 90210.
George: You have a poster of Bam Margera in your basement. And I’m pretty sure you’re wearing a Heartogram belt buckle right now.
Matt: You named your son, Dane. Dane Juras is your son’s name.
George: Your response to losing a game of one on one last week was, “Bro, I’m gonna fuck your mom….with your dad’s dick.
Matt: Oh, too late, did that yesterday. What about the Gandalf tattoo on your back.
George: I told you, that’s my Grandfather. God rest his soul.
Matt: Really? Did your Grandfather often were a wizard’s robe and hold the One Ring aloft, surrounded by Hobbits?
George: He volunteered with midgets and they helped him pick out his wedding band.
Matt: You can’t “volunteer” with midgets, you jackass.
George: You came into work two hours late last week.
Matt: So?
George: You were watching Rad again, weren’t you?
Matt: How’d you know that?
George: I saw you getting out the car, you drove to work with your old BMX gloves on.
………(Twenty minutes later)
Matt: She was bending over, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. You still have a list of the possible names for your all-keyboard rock band in you wallet?
George: No, you still call that cousin you hate with old Jerky Boys bits?
Matt: No.
Bartender: Guys? Hey guys? You want another beer?
George: Absolutely.
Matt: And two shots….tequila.
George: And whatever is in those tubes the drink girl is carrying.
Matt: Grow up.
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