Me: If I’m ever in a coma for some reason will you shave my legs for me?
Me: Would you pluck my eyebrows? You know how I am about my eyebrows.
Frit: Of course.
Me: What about those stray hairs on my chin? Will you pluck those for me too? I mean since I’m in a coma and all.
Me: Is there anything you want me to do for you if you’re ever in a coma?
Frit: Just the same stuff. Oh yeah, and you’d have to wipe my bum.
Then we played with photobooth for much longer than we should’ve.
More on that to come. But in the meantime, here’s a teaser: