Me: Its murdering season again.
Best Friend: I thought it was Christmas season.
Me: It is the holiday season and also murder time.
Best Friend: So the good kids get presents in the bed kids get killed.
Me: Murder season has nothing to do with Christmas season.
Best friend: Oh.
Me: Is the time when Blood and tissue are being torn out of me, and I have the urge to ease my suffering by causing others the same pain. Blood for blood, flesh for flesh.
Best friend: Oh, your on your period.
Me: I thought that was obvious, don't become the first victim of murder season.
Best Friend: Let's go on a killing spree together it will make you feel better. Or we could snuggle in blankets and never leave the warm house.
Me: Hmmmm. That's a hard choice. Going outside requires pants but I get to kill people. Inside has blankets and cocoa and is warm.
Best Friend: I'll support either decision and we can do whatever you choose together. Netflix and chill or murder and more.
Me: Let's stay in. Pass the blanket.
My best friend is so supportive.
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