The consequences of liquid crack*, volume one.
(About a bowl of mine. It's intended for soup and just so happens to have a handle.)
Sylvia: It's a cupbowl!
Me: It is not a cupbowl!
Sylvia: It has a handle!
Me: It's for soup! It's a bowl that just so happens to have a handle so--
Sylvia: It's a cupbowl.
Me: It is not.
Sylvia: So, what, did it get hit by a nuclear bomb? Is that some sort of mutation?
Me: Look. Its mom was a bowl and its dad was a cup, but its mom told it that its dad was a bowl who died in The Great China Wars of 1986. So that is why we can't call it a cupbowl! It'll know she lied!
Sylvia: Oh, oh, but you admit that it is one! You just said its dad was a cup! I win!
Me: ...we have the weirdest fucking conversations sometimes, I swear.
Sylvia: And we're not even on any fun drugs.
Also, the perils of having a roommate just as crazy as you are? There's no one sane enough around to stop you from going to IHOP at one in the morning.
*This is what I call Sunkist. It's orange pop that contains caffeine and 52 grams of sugar per can. I stand by my descriptor.
Sylvia: It's a cupbowl!
Me: It is not a cupbowl!
Sylvia: It has a handle!
Me: It's for soup! It's a bowl that just so happens to have a handle so--
Sylvia: It's a cupbowl.
Me: It is not.
Sylvia: So, what, did it get hit by a nuclear bomb? Is that some sort of mutation?
Me: Look. Its mom was a bowl and its dad was a cup, but its mom told it that its dad was a bowl who died in The Great China Wars of 1986. So that is why we can't call it a cupbowl! It'll know she lied!
Sylvia: Oh, oh, but you admit that it is one! You just said its dad was a cup! I win!
Me: ...we have the weirdest fucking conversations sometimes, I swear.
Sylvia: And we're not even on any fun drugs.
Also, the perils of having a roommate just as crazy as you are? There's no one sane enough around to stop you from going to IHOP at one in the morning.
*This is what I call Sunkist. It's orange pop that contains caffeine and 52 grams of sugar per can. I stand by my descriptor.