Gen: Please explain to me why you sent a literal can of pickles to my house
Me: just DILL with it
Gen: I can't be your friend anymore. And don't ever talk to or about me without my permission.
Me: wow it's like you're trademarking yourself.
Gen: don't.
Me: okay Gen™.
Gen: I AM NOT HAVING YOUR SHIT TODAY.
Me: alright Genesis.
Gen: Stop-
Me: oh wait the bible already has that
Gen: please stop this.
(This was the conversation and it's not even that funny but I don't know why I love it so much. I also literally had a jar of pickles to him. We live far apart but we used to live down the street from each other and the only thing you could smell when you walked into his kitchen was pickles)