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Uri-What???
Rami-WTF?
I’m about to type my surprise when another text appears in the chat.
Michael-Not tomorrow! Raph, I told you I can only take two weeks off from work in a month
Raph-Fuck work! We’re getting married tomorrow and honeymooning or what the fuck ever people do after
Michael-No, we won’t…yet
Rami-Okay. Fifty green ones say Mike will prevail
Me-Betting on Raph
Michael has my brother wrapped around his finger, but Raph is a sneaky son of a bitch. He will find a way to move up the date.
Gabe-Linda and I bet on Raph
Uri-Mike. And if you make me lose, you’ll have to pay for our next lunch!
Michael-I cannot believe you all!
Raph-Me. And I raise the bet to 100
Michael-Raph!
Rami-You can’t bet on yourself…can he?
Gabe-Sure he can
Michael-The bet is off and the wedding too!
Raph-The fuck? I’m coming home, babe. Don’t fucking move
Michael-I’m cooking barefoot in the kitchen, waiting for my TROGLODYTE to come and light up my day!
Uri-Since when do you cook?
Raph-Move that ass from the sofa and I’ll turn it red
Rami-The following show will be R-rated…
A GIF appears in the chat of Rami oohing and winking. I grunt. He shaved his reddish hair but his beard is still insanely long.
Me-Shave that damn bush as well, Unabomber
Uri-Looks more like a beggar-looking ginger Gandalf
Gabe-Bluto from Popeye
Sari-Oh, the Grinch
Me-The Grinch is all fur
Gabe-Who knows what’s under those two-sizes-too-small t-shirts
Michael-He looks like a very dumb Hagrid to me
