Gandyland.

A: Can we talk about David Gandy some more? Can he make it stop fucking raining?

M: If anything can stop the rain it's David Gandy's chest muscles.

A: He appears to be reluctant about this power:

M: Help us David Gandy, you're our only hope.

A: MAKE IT HAPPEN GANDY.

M: FACE MUSCLES HAIR HIIIII

A: You know that scene in Sixteen Candles where Jake Ryan's drunk girlfriend is all, "OOOooOooHhhh, pickturrrres! Cheerrrrzzz!!"?  Yeah, that's what my brain said when it saw that one.

M: That reminds me:

A: Well, there's my day made.

M: Do I know you or do I know you?

A: Know me? You complete me.

M: Awwww.

A: (I just don't want to have to sleep in the dog house with the ticks next time I visit.)

M: (Smart lady)

A: (Yeah.)

M: (#duh)

A: (#meanlady)

M: (#askingforit)

A: (#meep)