Me: All that music your boyfriend listens to stems from Limp Bizkit.
Co-worker: What’s sad, he really likes it. He likes Fred Durst.
Me: I don’t hate him as much as some people. I kinda like this song (Punch Something playing in background). It’s just one of them days, mother fucker. (In the whitest voice possible)
Co-worker: You’re going to walk into work tomorrow and there’s going to be a red ball cap and a wide beater sitting in your desk.
Me: I’ll rock that shit.