Mom: Gaby, come here. Do you think potatoes are too heavy on the stomach?
Me: I have no idea, mom.
Mom: Mmh. And do you think this spider is venomous?
Me: I have no idea, mom.
Mom: Mmh. Are these gummies too sour?
Me: I have no idea, mom.
Mom: Where is your brother right now?
Me: I have no idea, mom.
Mom: Ah. And, do you think that, given the current state of the world and all the philosophical currents that deny the existance of existance, along with the many scientific discoverings that have destroyed everything that human beings used to believe in, is it possible for God to really exist?
Me: I... you're doing this on purpose, ain't you??
Friday, 8 December 2006
Wednesday, 22 November 2006
Once upon a time...
Once upon a time there was a girl who had to get up very early in the morning.
"God!" the girl cried one night, "It's almost ten o'clock and I'm still not ready!"
But instead of getting up and brushing her teeth she just sat there, typing and listening silly Japanese songs that were fluffy to listen and didn't allow her to think very well.
Poor little girl, getting up at six o'clock every morning because she was so slow to dress, and every Thursday she had a most boring class at eight in the morning! Poor, poor little girl; she typed and... seriously girl, you need to get ready to sleep or you ain't gonna be alive tomorrow morning.
"But it is so cold!" the girl answered, "I can't even feel my fingers! They're numb!"
Perhaps, insisted the narrator, perhaps it is because you insist in writing when it's cold outside.
"My back hurts, too!"
That, said the narrator, That is what you get for playing Nintendo all day long!
"Well, Zelda is too good to play just a few minutes..."
I know! We need more free time! And a boyfriend. Oh, and we need to stop talking like this. Seriously, are we schizophrenic or something?
"I dunno. You're the one that started talking to me."
Screw you, said the Narrator. Go to your room.
"This is my room..."
Don't you talk back to me young lady!! Go to sleep now!
"God!" the girl cried one night, "It's almost ten o'clock and I'm still not ready!"
But instead of getting up and brushing her teeth she just sat there, typing and listening silly Japanese songs that were fluffy to listen and didn't allow her to think very well.
Poor little girl, getting up at six o'clock every morning because she was so slow to dress, and every Thursday she had a most boring class at eight in the morning! Poor, poor little girl; she typed and... seriously girl, you need to get ready to sleep or you ain't gonna be alive tomorrow morning.
"But it is so cold!" the girl answered, "I can't even feel my fingers! They're numb!"
Perhaps, insisted the narrator, perhaps it is because you insist in writing when it's cold outside.
"My back hurts, too!"
That, said the narrator, That is what you get for playing Nintendo all day long!
"Well, Zelda is too good to play just a few minutes..."
I know! We need more free time! And a boyfriend. Oh, and we need to stop talking like this. Seriously, are we schizophrenic or something?
"I dunno. You're the one that started talking to me."
Screw you, said the Narrator. Go to your room.
"This is my room..."
Don't you talk back to me young lady!! Go to sleep now!
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