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2005-07-01 - 2:15 p.m. The other day I walked in on my sister (who is 12) watching teletubbies. The conversation that followed went a little like this... Me: Are you serious? Amanda: What? Me: You're watching a show for babies and potheads, neither of which group I'd consider you to be a member of. (Pause) Me: Are you on drugs? Amanda: No. Me: Are you in diapers? Amanda: No. Me: Are you secretly a member of the Teletubbies fan club? Amanda: (Silence) Me: You Are! Amanda: Nuh Uh! Me: Man I was bout to make fun of you so bad, but little did I know I'd be mocking the president of the "Tele lovers". (I made the name of the fan club up. I'm clever.) Amanda: I don't even like all of them. Me: No? Amanda: I really only like the red one, "Po". Me: You Know there names? Well, I guess that's like a prerequisite for the club and all.So do you think the purple one is gay. Amanda: He does have a purse. Me: It might be a girl. Amanda: It's a boy. I looked it up online. Me: *coughs*LOSER!*coughs* (subtle) *Time for tubbie bye bye* Me: Awww that sucks, You're favorite show's over. Amanda: Next is (some teletubbie rip off show where the creatures weirder) It's awesome! Me: There is no help for you.
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