Regarding pizza

Yesterday, around lunch time:

Me: That pizza last night was fucking depressing.

Curly: I was JUST thinking that.

Me: I feel like I need to have good pizza for lunch to erase the memory.

Curly: Me too. Where were you thinking of going?

Me: That Bocca place on 50th.

Curly: Me too! God, it's like you're in my head.

Me: Well, we do share a brain.

Curly: It's too bad you're not one of the gays. We'd be life partners.

Me: Totally. And I'd make sure we never ate bad pizza again.