Text exchange between my brother and myself while I was watching The Sound of Music. I’m glad that being weird is apparently genetic.
Me: Shits about to get real in Austria.
Mark: The hills are fucking alive with the realness.
Me: Don’t fuck with Maria since she and her favorite things will fuck your shit up.
Mark: Rain drops on roses and whiskers on kittens and fucking up Nazi’s and singing on hills.
Me: I hope I wasn’t snoring!
Mack: Only a little.
Me: Really!? I’m so sorry!
Mack: I’m joking. You weren’t.
Me: Oh good. If I was you’d have been like ‘Dear God! What is that sound? It sounds like an angel!’
Mack: Yeah, if angels snored and drooled on their pillows.
Old chat transcript snippet I found:
Me: Pretty much kicked everyone’s bejeweled score (on my facebook friends list) by 30k. lol
Mack: Noice
Mack: Well done
Me: I feel it ranks up there with world peace
Me: Or at least rubbing my victory in their FACES
