gerard day… i love my crazy wife…
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i don't know how to make this into a story, but one of my worst attributes is that i make so much sense to myself that i can totally forget that what im doing looks strange to other people. and i just remembered this incident in sixth grade where i learned that churning milk yields butter and i was fascianted by that because i had always wondered from whence butter. so i took my cafeteria milk box and i shook it vigorously all lunch and all recess (where it was over 100, because of course it was) and i was even shaking it in class, when my teacher, who was a saint for many reasons, came over and said:
hey.
babs.
what are you doing.
and i looked at this poor, patient, wonderful man like he was the dumbest motherfucker that id ever met. and i said
shaking milk
because that is what i was doing, and the butter thing was implied because why else would anyone shake milk.
he took this in his stride. instead of doubling down, or repeating himself, he said ah, as if i had actually explained myself to him, and then he walked away because he was willing to tolerate disrespect so long as it was amusing.
people like that are why i survived to adulthood.
anyway, he really did get the last laugh because after shaking that milk for four hours, i finally opened the tiny carton when i got home, and instead of there being delicious butter there was insanely rotten froth and it smelled and looked so bad i threw up a little. so. you got me there mr. c. you got me there.
i make so much sense to myself that i can totally forget that what im doing looks strange to other people
Man, I gotta say (put the name of the guy who invented pianos here later) really popped the fuck off when she made pianos.
Either one could be true. We just don’t know.
The thing they don't tell you about fried egg runny yolk is that if you put it in a sandwich it will be the best most delicious thing and you can mop up the egg with the bread, but in exchange you Will get so so messy and covered in egg yolk