Me: What if I just don’t wear red? I mean, I only have three red things and… I just don’t like red. You know how I hate Nebraska.
Whit: I do. And I’m just glad you’re still friends with me.
Me: Of course I am!
Me: You know, at some point this weekend if, when, I’m drunk, I’m going to be like, “Whiiiiiit, I’m so worried that Nebraska will beat Iowa this year and it will be the worst thing ever.”
Whit: And I’ll be like, “We will. Deal with it.”