last christmas i gave you my heart..
two maturing boys are having a conversation by a pool
boy 1: so i heard she got rid of him, that beng who wears coloured underwear.
boy 2: yeah. good for us. i'm telling you, i'd kill for her. my pants are too tight.
boy 1: you'd turn yourself in to the police for killing an ant you wimp so shut up. i'd kill YOU for her.
boy 2: it's alright we don't have to kill anything. my momma once told me good friends shouldn't fight. besides, she wouldn't want us, we're confidence lacking scum.
(after a short silence) boy 1: want some pistachios?
boy 2: yeah.
boy 1: yeah.