On Getting Pwned

I'm driving towards the bank, to withdraw money for a poker night. On the way I call my brother. The following is our conversation in near verbatim:

Ian: Ey. We're gonna play hold em' at Justin's.

Leif: Oh, foreal?

Ian: Yeah, you should come.

Leif: Who's gonna play?

Ian: Me, Justin, Melvin, Joey, and some other dudes.

Leif: Aw. Well, I'm just jammin' with [my friend] Justin right now. Maybe I'll try to come later.

Ian: Ohh. Dude. You should kick it with us. Those people [you're with] are just a bunch of white people you probably won't even talk to in 10 years.

Leif: ..... You're on speakerphone, fool.



PWNED!