- Me: Oh my god...
- Hawker: what is it?
- Me: Cher is saying "life after love" not "love after love"
- Hawker: Oh my god... my life is a lie
- Me: we're fucking idiots
- Hawker: can I get a beer?
- Me: Why?
- Hawker: I need to process all of this...
- Me: Hawker no, you have a problem
For funsies, if you could build a perfect dream man, what would his natal chart look like?