I think he might be right. They've been cutting shifts at work lately, and one day I came in after a while and the boyish but hot possibly lesbian gal who supervises me asked me how I was and where I'd been.
I was like, am good, and I haven't seen u around none.
She's like, yeah I switch muh shifts. So how you been?
I was like, well, omg, dey cut mah shifts. Des'pret for werk.
She was like, yeah, awh, poh u. U got a nuddah jawb?
I'm like, yeah, buh iz gay. Buh I can pick up mo' hourz n sheeeeeet. Truuuu.
She's like, yeah, good idear.
Well, as you can see, she axe me 2 times how I be and I 4got to axe her. I feel this is an unusual occurrence, tho, where I forget to ask people how dey be.