A conversation I had with my brother moments ago.
Ray-jean(Brother): Would you like some chicken testicles with that face?
Me: Would you like some chicken testicles on *your* face?
Ray-Jean: Sure, I heard testicles are a known delicacy in Japan.
Me: I heard that *your* testicles are an UNknown delicacy in Japan.
Ray-Jean: How are they unknown?
Me: Because you have none!
Jean-Paul(youngest brother): OOOHHHHH!!!!
Me: See? He agrees with me.
Ray-Jean: (He whispered this in my ear) Shut your vagina -.-
Mean while my mother is in the other room laughing her face off. I think she's totally given up intervening with our immature humor. One woman can only take so much insanity...Unless she's a crazy cat lady who washes her hair with cat feces.
The first sign of extreme insanity is owning two or more cats and washing your hair with cat feces.
If you don't catch the signs soon enough, then you're pretty much doomed and might as well start dressing your two or more cats in dresses while pretending they're your children and planting kitchen appliances in your garden...Speaking of which I think I forgot to water the blender today.
~XCenedra (Su-Ned-Ra)
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