Weddings and strife.
- Me: Haha, girls...they love them some weddings.
- Chris: They really do. I've already picked my colors.
- Me: And they are?
- Chris: Green and dark green.
- Me: Sounds ugly, but...it's your wedding.
- Chris: Oh? What would you choose? Pink and brown, like every girl, ever?
- Me: Negative. Black and white?
- Chris: Clear and plain.
- Me: I'm more of a traditionalist. Plus I'm color blind.
- Chris: No you're not.
- Chris: You're not.
- Marvin: Ok, but still..you can't argue with black and white. They just look good together.
- Chris: They're sorta plain, though. And green is so awesome.
- Marvin: Eh...green on green though...that could be horrible.
- Chris: Green on dark green.
- Marvin: Regardless.
- Chris: Maybe "sage" and "pine."
- Chris: Besides, you don't even have a girlfriend. You're not allowed to pick colors.
- Me: You got me there. I really shouldn't even contemplate a wedding at all.
- Chris: You should, however, contemplate dying alone.
- Marvin: I don't want to die alone...
- Chris: I can let you borrow a cat to die with.
- Me: I might just change my lot, you never know.
- Chris: You mean....gay?
- Me: No, I mean...oh forget it.
- Chris: You're gonna "flame on," so to speak?
- Me: No. I'm going to seduce your mother.
- Chris: Even though you'd be my stepfather, I'd still treat you coldly.
- Me: Well, I'd still make snide remarks about what you were doing with your life...and turn your mother against you.
- Chris: No. I'm her baby boy. She'd never turn against me.
- Chris: If you want, you could ask me, "Still working at the paper?" every time you see me, like my real stepfather.
- Me: Yes, but I'll say it with a "tone."
- Chris: Then I'll pop you in the nose with a "tone."
- Me: Then your mom will start sobbing and yell at you and tell you to, "Get out! Just go!"
- Chris: Then I'll scream, "I learned it from watching you, okay?" before storming out.
- Me: It'll probably be raining at this point. You'll be walking home in the rain, crying...wishing things were different.
- Chris: Then I'll be surrounded by a group of thugs who want my wallet.
- Me: At this point you will have had enough...
- Chris: And they'll advance on me threateningly before a camera flash blinds them. When our vision clears, Spider-Man will be finishing the last thug off.
- Me: Oh, I was hoping you would dispatch them and your career as a crime-fighter would begin.
- Chris: Are you kidding? Those work-outs are all for show. I'm delicate.
Weddings and strife.
- Me: Haha, girls...they love them some weddings.
- Chris: They really do. I've already picked my colors.
- Me: And they are?
- Chris: Green and dark green.
- Me: Sounds ugly, but...it's your wedding.
- Chris: Oh? What would you choose? Pink and brown, like every girl, ever?
- Me: Negative. Black and white?
- Chris: Clear and plain.
- Me: I'm more of a traditionalist. Plus I'm color blind.
- Chris: No you're not.
- Chris: You're not.
- Marvin: Ok, but still..you can't argue with black and white. They just look good together.
- Chris: They're sorta plain, though. And green is so awesome.
- Marvin: Eh...green on green though...that could be horrible.
- Chris: Green on dark green.
- Marvin: Regardless.
- Chris: Maybe "sage" and "pine."
- Chris: Besides, you don't even have a girlfriend. You're not allowed to pick colors.
- Me: You got me there. I really shouldn't even contemplate a wedding at all.
- Chris: You should, however, contemplate dying alone.
- Marvin: I don't want to die alone...
- Chris: I can let you borrow a cat to die with.
- Me: I might just change my lot, you never know.
- Chris: You mean....gay?
- Me: No, I mean...oh forget it.
- Chris: You're gonna "flame on," so to speak?
- Me: No. I'm going to seduce your mother.
- Chris: Even though you'd be my stepfather, I'd still treat you coldly.
- Me: Well, I'd still make snide remarks about what you were doing with your life...and turn your mother against you.
- Chris: No. I'm her baby boy. She'd never turn against me.
- Chris: If you want, you could ask me, "Still working at the paper?" every time you see me, like my real stepfather.
- Me: Yes, but I'll say it with a "tone."
- Chris: Then I'll pop you in the nose with a "tone."
- Me: Then your mom will start sobbing and yell at you and tell you to, "Get out! Just go!"
- Chris: Then I'll scream, "I learned it from watching you, okay?" before storming out.
- Me: It'll probably be raining at this point. You'll be walking home in the rain, crying...wishing things were different.
- Chris: Then I'll be surrounded by a group of thugs who want my wallet.
- Me: At this point you will have had enough...
- Chris: And they'll advance on me threateningly before a camera flash blinds them. When our vision clears, Spider-Man will be finishing the last thug off.
- Me: Oh, I was hoping you would dispatch them and your career as a crime-fighter would begin.
- Chris: Are you kidding? Those work-outs are all for show. I'm delicate.
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