Text Conversation between Stella and Birdman that Stella shared with me:
Stella: I had a dream last night that you were rubbing my back and stuck your finger in my pooper.
Birdman: Gross. That doesn't sound like something i'd do. Did you enjoy it?
Stella: No...I was horrified. I made you go wash your hands. YOU seemed to enjoy it and see nothing wrong with executing a surprise digital anal invasion.
Birdman: Hah! Sounds more like a nightmare than a dream.
Stella: It was disturbing. P.S. Keep yo' fingas out my hole.
Birdman: All set for [restaurant name]. My mom will be by around 5:30.
Stella: Okey dokey, buttfinger.
Birdman: Henceforth, you shall only address me as buttfinger.
Stella: Will do.