Sunil Snack

A recent text war between myself and my friend Sunil

Sunil: fred astaire.

Jaclyn: “Cant sing. Cant act. Can dance a little.”

Sunil: triple threat.

Jaclyn: Triple X.

Sunil: triple h.

Jaclyn: Big Ed’s Gas Farm.

Sunil: coldfoot, ak.

Jaclyn: Harry and the Hendersons

Sunil: joan jett.

Jaclyn: Blues traveler

Sunil: the original house of blues.

Jaclyn: House on haunted hill.

Sunil: cbgb omfug.

Jaclyn: U g l y u aint got no alibi u ugly. Yeah yeah u ugly.

Sunil: cousins on maternal side.

Jaclyn: Aka browntown

Sunil: from downtown!

Jaclyn: Clowntown, CA

Sunil: you’re gonna die, clown!

Jaclyn: How now, brown clow?

Sunil: the secret of nimh.

Jaclyn: The great mouse detective

Sunil: the great steak escape.

Jaclyn: Escape to witch mountain

Sunil: it takes two.

Jaclyn: Sydney Carton

Sunil: it’s a far, far better thing that i do than i have ever done. It’s a
far, far better rest that i go to than  I have ever known.

Jaclyn: So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly
into the past

Sunil: non-fat foods.