What do you get when you put a microphone in front of two Original Soupman Soup Club Members and best-friend-bloggers, Natalie and Dylan? 

A declaration of their passion for the Original Soupman’s Soups? 

A recipe for a warm, happy belly hugging your heart? 

Or something else… 

Int. Natalie’s Apartment – Afternoon

DYLAN: The mail came today.

NATALIE: It comes to my house every day. Is it different at yours?

DYLAN: Hardee har har. You’re so cool, Brewster!

NATALIE: Tell me about this special and magical thing called the “mail?”

DYLAN: Michelle. I went to high school with her. I’ve mentioned her before.

NATALIE: Not sure you have, but that’s not important.

DYLAN: Anyway… She’s getting married.

NATALIE: Congratulations.

DYLAN: Not to me.

NATALIE: Kinda figured.

DYLAN: I got a wedding invitation.

NATALIE: You hate weddings.

DYLAN: I know, right? But she doesn’t know that. Or, if she does know it, she has a love of cruel, cruel jokes.

NATALIE: Are you going to go?

DYLAN: I’m not sure. Like we said, I hate them. But she was a good friend back in the day. And yes, I am aware that “back in the day” is a phrase used by those who are old.

NATALIE: Older, maybe. I use it from time to time.

DYLAN: You’re throwing off my stream of conscious.

NATALIE: Sorry. Continue.

DYLAN: We had a small clique. She, me, and two other dudes. Hung out almost every day.

NATALIE: So? What’s the issue? Go.

DYLAN: It’s not that simple. We weren’t on the same page as far as how we thought of each other. She liked me. But, I had a girlfriend. Then, I’m single.

NATALIE: And you dated.

DYLAN: Actually, no. She had found a boyfriend

NATALIE: This sounds complicated.

DYLAN: Probably not as complicated as I’m making it out to be.

NATALIE: Sorry to ask, but what’s the issue now?

DYLAN: What if things aren’t done between she and I and things get messy at the wedding?

NATALIE: I promise. She’s over it.

DYLAN: She is?

NATALIE: Just because you’ve been watching too many Nicholas Sparks movies, doesn’t mean that’s how she’s thinking. She’s getting married. I would hope that she wasn’t getting into this monumental institution while having feelings for some guy that she played PlayStation with in grade school.

DYLAN: You’re right. I’m being stupid.

NATALIE: No worries.

DYLAN: Thank you.

NATALIE: Any time.

DYLAN: Luckily, we’ve kept this conversation top secret by playing this on the internet. What could go wrong?

NATALIE: Haha! Who are you taking? I’m assuming you get a plus one?

DYLAN: There’s no great way to ask. Do you wanna be my date?

NATALIE: I would love to be your date.

DYLAN: Just as long as there’s no funny business. Not unless you buy me dinner first.

NATALIE: Cross my heart and hope to die.

DYLAN: You can help me put that little plastic doodad through the hole whenever my shoe comes untied.

NATALIE: It’s called an aglet. The little plastic thingy.

DYLAN: I think I might have to take away Google for the rest of the month.

NATALIE: I want to implore people to keep buying soup.

DYLAN: Isn’t that the whole reason we exist? Ohhh, I wonder if they will serve soup at the wedding?!

NATALIE: For the Soup for Troops campaign, weirdo.

DYLAN: Ah, yes! For every pack sold on the Soupman webstore, they’ll be supplying a pack to our men and women in the Armed Forces here at home. So, get out there. Buy soup. Tell your friends. What have you got to lose?

NATALIE: Great cause! I’ve got to say.

DYLAN: Yes, siree.

NATALIE: I’m Natalie. 

DYLAN: And I’m Dylan.  

NATALIE: #makeamemorywitheverybowl

 

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