S (in a haze of sickness): "There's a web of mucus in my throat...ahh, skeet skeet motherf---[boyfriend J squishes my cheek with his forehead]--no, not on my face!"
Roommate (in living room, unable to see us): [endless laughter]
I'm Syrup. My sister is Hashbrowns. Together we make...Hashbrowns and Syrup, the amazing quotable duo.