A text conversation with our favorite angry physician.
Me: Hey, I need you to settle a bet. How long was Noah’s flood?
Drew: You do realize that I’m in Dubai on business, right?
Me: I do, but I’m on the clock, here.
Drew: You know who’s NOT on the clock? Google.
Me: *sigh*
Drew: Fine. 40 days of rain, 160 on the Ark, 150 days until the water receded, and on the 10th day after that they sent out the birds.
Me: THANK YOU!
Drew: Why are you betting on biblical facts, by the way?
Me: I’m not.
Drew: ???
Me: I was betting Matt that you’d know that obscure crap, and that I could get you to tell me from Dubai inside of two minutes. (92 seconds, by the way)
Drew *slow clap*
(5 minutes later)
Me: Hey, do you happen to know the names of his sons’ wives?
Drew: Fuck you.
Fisticuffs and Shenanigans 
Drew is a better friend than I could ever be. I would have hung up on your ass and lost your number loooong ago.
Seriously. Although, to be fair…he’s still paying for the time he told the boy I had a crush on (in the 8th grade) that I liked him…and that I stuffed my bra (LIES!)
That…was magical.
Like pulling a rabbit out of my own ass, right!? 🙂