Me:
You should be rested. Even without the pressure of the GRE deciding your future, it's a lot of money to lose.
Exum:
I'm not worried about it, lol. I'm a great test taker.
Me:
I read "taste tester" I was very confused.
Exum:
Of course you did, weirdo. You puzzle me.
Me:
I puzzle the scientific community as a whole.
Exum:
Yeah, the doctors still haven't figured out how you survived childbirth. They thought you were gonna have a panic attack and die inside the womb.
As an aside, due to an earlier portion of our conversation (that makes the second time - two for two - that I have typed "converation" instead of "conversation"), I am now slightly afraid of dreaming about him crapping his pants during the GRE. And by that I mean, I'm not really, but I told him I would blog about it. I wasn't really planning on blogging about it, but then I was writing this blog post and thought, "Oh, yeah..."
Bye now.
If it makes you feel any better, I didn't crap my pants.
ReplyDeleteAlways a good day. Funny story...
DeleteI bet it wasn't as funny as it smelled.
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