So last night, Tyrone wanted to watch the game. Cool. Fine. Whatev. I can runaway to the computer. I don't like sports in any, way, shape or form. (Girl. Duh.) However, he is usually pretty good about letting me watch what I wanna watch most of the time, so why not? I get up and leave the room, when I hear just random noises.
"What in the hell?" I thought. Being the nosy person I am, I go to check it out. I see Tyrone, on the couch flipping channels. Now mind you, this is nothing new, nor is it something I like. It drives me bonkers.
"What are you doing?" I ask. "I thought you were watching the basketball game?"
"I am." He replies. "It's just on break."
This of course prompted the following conversation:
Me: Why are you flipping the channels?
Tyrone: Because it's what men do. It's how we watch t.v.
Me: Why? It's annoying.
Tyrone: The remote. See it here? It's like a penis, only not. It's an extension of me and defines me as a man.
Me: *blank stare*
Tyrone: Yeah. Just start recording me every time I talk.
He has a point. Maybe I should just invest in a recording device to keep track of our conversations. With that, friends, I sign off. It's a beautiful, sunny Saturday here and it must be spent grocery shopping. Peace, love and bullet proof marshmallows.
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