- mother: you need to stop playing the sims.
- me: ah fweegah fwaa boobasnot cayoo dis wompf es fredesche
My neighbor just yelled to one of his buddies “How many ounces are in a quart?”
His friend didn’t know.
I yelled down from my window “32 ounces!” and then hid.
He looked around and then yelled out “Thank you, female God!”
That awkward moment when there is no awkward moment, you're just awkward.
“I get it. Your need for detachment fits my need for attachment.” —A Perfect Getaway