Blog material abounds

Okay, so some random conversations my brother and I have had recently. In regards to the hepatitis bits, when my brother and I first thought we might have contracted it, and had to wait months for testing, we decided the best way to deal with it was through comedy. So began the hepatitis jokes.

him     "mmm, that Tuna casserole smells good"

me      "you can have some, if you want, it's cold now. Oh, and there aren't any clean plates."

him     "thats okay, I can use this! (proudly brandishing the lid to a ziploc container)

me      "sure, yep, you go right ahead." 

him     "mmm the tuna-ey goodness. Hey, if I were a fork, where would I be? Here forky forky forky"

me      "oh yeah, there aren't any clean forks either."

him      looking defeated "Well, what do I use to scoop it? There isn't anything to scoop it with."

me      "Well, you can use this spoon if you want, but you might want to wash it first, cause I used it to scoop, then              eat."

him.      "Right, because I wouldn't want to get your Hepatitis"

me       "Whatever, your hepatitis is way bigger than mine."

him      "My hepatitis is SO way bigger than yours!

Him      “Oh my god, whats wrong with my belly button, it hurts.”

Me        “Well don’t bug it, maybe there is some dirt in there or something.”

Him      “No ! Maybe it’s turning into an outie....!”

Me        “Your belly button CANNOT turn into an outie.”

Him       “No, my belly button canal has definitely gotten smaller.”

Me         Rolls eyes.

Him       “Oh! You should become part of the cheesecake burlesque!

Me...     “Right...um, are they made of cheesecake?”

Him       “NO! They wear titty tassles! (makes circular patterns)

Me        “The CHEESECAKE wears TITTY TASSLES???”

Him:       Rolls Eyes

Him:      “My hands really hurt today, from all that gardening.”

Me:      “Oh man, maybe you are getting arthritis.”

Him.     “Well, at least it’ll keep my hepatitis company.”

Yep, because around here, we are VERY sophisticated.