I have nothing productive to add to this day
so here, have a couple conversations with klu:
(Bopping along to I Would Walk 500 Miles in the car...)
Me&Mom: OH I WOULD! WALK! FIVE! HUN! DRED! MILES AND I WOULD! WALK! FIVE! HUN! DRED! MORE JUST TO BE! THE! MAN! WHO! WALKED--
Mom: FIVE THOUSAND MILES TO FALL DOWN AT YOUR DOOR
Me: ...It's 1000. One thousand miles.
Mom: No it isn't.
Me: 500 miles + 500 miles = 1000 miles.
Mom: Pfft. You think this guy can do MATH.
APPARENTLY BETTER THAN SHE CAN. I had to play it for her two more times before she'd believe me.
And this other conversation isn't really mine, in that I wasn't actually present when it happened. But it was relayed to me quite faithfully by my brother, probably.
Brother's girlfriend: Why do guys hate it when girls cry?
Bro: Give us someone to hit, you know? Someone's tires to slash, we're good at physical things we can fix.
GF: So what do guys do when girls cry?
Bro: When it's about us? ...Apologize until we pass out from lack of oxygen?
GF: Okay, and what do you do if the girl's crying about somebody else?
Bro: Make our moooooooooooove.
GF: *laughs* And what do you do if I'm crying?
Bro: *looks at his dinner* *picks up a drumstick* ...Plug your tearducts with chicken.
IN OTHER NEWS, SPN GOT A SEVENTH SEASON. ALSDKFJALSKDFJLASKDFJ MY HEART, MY BOYS, MY LIFELONG JOY. *_______*
(Bopping along to I Would Walk 500 Miles in the car...)
Me&Mom: OH I WOULD! WALK! FIVE! HUN! DRED! MILES AND I WOULD! WALK! FIVE! HUN! DRED! MORE JUST TO BE! THE! MAN! WHO! WALKED--
Mom: FIVE THOUSAND MILES TO FALL DOWN AT YOUR DOOR
Me: ...It's 1000. One thousand miles.
Mom: No it isn't.
Me: 500 miles + 500 miles = 1000 miles.
Mom: Pfft. You think this guy can do MATH.
APPARENTLY BETTER THAN SHE CAN. I had to play it for her two more times before she'd believe me.
And this other conversation isn't really mine, in that I wasn't actually present when it happened. But it was relayed to me quite faithfully by my brother, probably.
Brother's girlfriend: Why do guys hate it when girls cry?
Bro: Give us someone to hit, you know? Someone's tires to slash, we're good at physical things we can fix.
GF: So what do guys do when girls cry?
Bro: When it's about us? ...Apologize until we pass out from lack of oxygen?
GF: Okay, and what do you do if the girl's crying about somebody else?
Bro: Make our moooooooooooove.
GF: *laughs* And what do you do if I'm crying?
Bro: *looks at his dinner* *picks up a drumstick* ...Plug your tearducts with chicken.
IN OTHER NEWS, SPN GOT A SEVENTH SEASON. ALSDKFJALSKDFJLASKDFJ MY HEART, MY BOYS, MY LIFELONG JOY. *_______*