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Tales of a Post-Grad Nothing

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Conversations From Today

Boyfriend: I'm sorry. I'm not nearly as funny as I think I am.

Me: You ARE funny. You make me laugh. And smile. And feeeeeeeeeeeeel like a nat-u-ral wo-man (woman) YOU MAKE ME FEEL!!!!! [sung at top of lungs accompanied by wild pointing] YOU MAKE ME FEEL!!!!!! [continue gesturing wildly singing totally off key] YOU MAKE ME...

Boyfriend: I would love to make you feel like a nat-u-ral woman, but the dinner isn't sitting well and quite frankly I'd be afraid of pooping on you.

[Complete and total uncomfortable silence for at least three whole minutes]

Boyfriend: Well, I'm going to bed. Goodnight.

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