| Friend: | Hi, how are you feeling today?
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| Me: | I think I've hit an All Time Low.
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| Friend: | Oh my gosh. What's wrong?
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| Me: | Well, The Maine reason is that no one gets my band references.
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| Friend: | Wait what?
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| Me: | Can we go to dinner so I can explain. You. Me. At Six?
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| Friend: | What are you talking about?
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| Me: | Or I guess we could wait for summer... Is The Summer Set?
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| Friend: | What the hell.
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| Me: | I mean, we could go to a parade. Perhaps a Mayday Parade?
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| Friend: | What the fuck is a Mayday Parade.
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| Me: | Goodbye cruel world! Bring Me The Horizon!
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| Friend: | You're so weird.
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| Me: | I guess we're having a Fall Out, Boy.
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| Friend: | I'm a girl.
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| Me: | Yes, and Boys Like Girls.
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