Presenting

Me: Tell Erich the band was Mumford and Sons. I don't remember who we were listening to that sounded like them, but that's the band I meant to say.
Me: Dude, did you tell him or was that idea kind of just lost in space?
Nate: Sorry, I was working and my phone was in my car. I'll let him know right now.
Me: Oh, you're still at work? Damn, man. I didn't think you had that many dishes. But thank-you! I appreciate you being my middle man.
Nate: Erich said that's his wife's favorite band.
Me: Oh, wow. Alright then. He should have known what I was talking about. Are you on your way home now or still stuck at work?
Nate: On my way home, 'bout to stop at the gas station.
Me: Are you texting me while you're driving? Aren't you high to boot?
Nate: Yes to both questions.
Me: Oh my dear, Nate. Just don't die. Seriously, be careful. I dunno how much "experience" you have driving and texting high, but I like you.
Nate: Quite a bit and I should be fine.
Me: Should be? Nate, I don't even.... I'll just sit here worrying for your sake, that's all.
Me: So you're alive, right?
Nate: Yessir.
Me: I'm a sir now? :) Good, though. I realize in retrospect that I should NOT have been texting you while you were going home.
Nate: Don't think you're a sir; it's just a saying.
Me: I know, man. I'm giving you a hard time. Doesn't work the other way around, hmm? :)
Nate: That was mostly Erich.
Me: Erich giving me a hard time? What do you mean? I was talking about your sarcasm towards what I say, which I only just recently discovered existed.
Nate: I thought you were saying I was giving you a hard time at work, and I didn't like the fact you were giving me a hard time. I'm still baked, though. But sarcasm makes more sense.
(Honestly, he kind of lost me with that text. It was a little scrambled and didn't fit together nicely.)
Me: When was I giving you a hard time? Just now, or earlier too? I'm sorry, though. I don't want to hurt your baked brain. I just like talking to you.