Jun 10, 2007 10:18
Me: Justin!
Deliberis: Lampe!
Me: Hey that sounds cool. Let's do it again.
Me: Justin!
Deliberis: Lampe!
Me: Justin!
Deliberis: Lampe!
Me: Justin!
Deliberis: Lampe!
Justin: WHAT?!?!
Deliberis: Hehehe. Marco. Polo. Marco. Polo.
Me: That would be great if "Justin Lampe" was the new Marco Polo.
Deliberis: That's your brother's claim to fame. He's risen to greatness as a swimming pool game for children. *thinking* It doesn't so much work with my name. Justin. Deliberis.
Me: Mommy, what's a Deliberis? The eater of souls.
Deliberis: The Deliberis comes in your room at night and eats your soul. Then he drinks all the beer in the fridge and leaves.
Jim: Okay, we're going to Vegas with Mike, but you just have to know something.... Mike is a closet Barry Manilow fan. So he's getting tickets for the concert, but he's like "but you can't tell all your guy friends that we're going". *shrug* I told him - if you're gonna be that geeky, you can't hide. You gotta own it. It's okay to be a Fanilow.