Scott: I got you a present.
(demonstrates opening a soda can with magical doohickey)
Me: That’s genius. You’re a genius.
Scott: See, that’s what you’ll think every time you use it. ‘He was a damn genius.’
Me: …why am I thinking of you in past tense?
Scott: Because I’ll be dead.
Me: WHY WILL YOU BE DEAD?
Scott: Because you won’t need to use it until after I’m gone. Until then you’ve got me to open your sodas.
Me: Are all geniuses this morbid?
Pandas don’t break
Things I Am Doing
Of Fowls and Fun
Indeed They Do
Best. Present. Ever.
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