Call me, Ishmael

Recently overheard in New York, near Washington Square Park:

Chick #1: I still haven’t made him come! It’s become, like, the major quest of my life.

Chick #2: So, basically, you’re Captain Ahab and he’s your Moby Dick?

Chick #1: Do you spend your spare time sitting around and thinking up these retorts?

Chick #2: I lead an empty life.


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