On a Lighter Note
If you were ever in any doubt that first world problems exist, please just know that my mother refuses to eat any of the Doritos that aren't straight*. She makes me eat the gay Doritos. She is HomoDoritoPhobic.
I told this to dragonarya and her first reaction was, "They're not gay, they're kinky!"
And I laughed.
Maybe I'm just really tired but I thought it was fucking hilarious okay.
Tune in next time for, "I tell my mother that there exist in this world lamps that look like butts, buttlamps if you will, and when I enumerate the multiple colourful possibilities of buttlamps available for purchase and exclaim to her in bafflement that, "There's no end [to the variety]!" her first response is, "They're all ends!""
That was also a thing that happened. I love my mom.
*The Doritos that have curled over and around themselves, as Doritos are wont to do. My mother is wonderful and accepting of people that aren't straight. Just not cheese-powdered corn chips, apparently.
I told this to dragonarya and her first reaction was, "They're not gay, they're kinky!"
And I laughed.
Maybe I'm just really tired but I thought it was fucking hilarious okay.
Tune in next time for, "I tell my mother that there exist in this world lamps that look like butts, buttlamps if you will, and when I enumerate the multiple colourful possibilities of buttlamps available for purchase and exclaim to her in bafflement that, "There's no end [to the variety]!" her first response is, "They're all ends!""
That was also a thing that happened. I love my mom.
*The Doritos that have curled over and around themselves, as Doritos are wont to do. My mother is wonderful and accepting of people that aren't straight. Just not cheese-powdered corn chips, apparently.