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At the moment I feel like I'm being hammered with questions. Most of it is due to The Great Depression™ that I'm currently dealing with. It's all about the questions- "How are you?", "How are you feeling right now?" etc. I went to the doctor a couple of days ago and he asked me some very odd questions. Here are some of them verbatim:
"Do you feel that you are superior in any way to other people?"
"Have you ever thought that people on television/films are talking about you?"
"Do you believe that you have special powers?"
I get the feeling that the ol' Doc is barking up the wrong tree. I'm depressed, not picking up alien broadcasts with my teeth.
I was watching T.V. with my mum, when suddenly this advert came on. After a moment or so this dialogue took place:
Mum: So which one would you choose?
Me: Which one what? Girls or sauces?
Mum: Sauces- but which girl would you choose?
Me: I dunno, probably the brunette.
Mum: Right. Why?
Me: I dunno. She looks nicer.
(Pause)
Mum: So which sauce would you choose?
Me: For the blonde or the brunette?
Mum: Either.
Me: This is the probably the most awkward conversation I've ever had.
Mum: Why? It's only whipped cream...
I think Mum has these chats with me to make sure I'm not gay. Fair enough, I haven't brought a girlfriend home in a while, but this is because:
a) I mostly live in Brighton- I can hardly pop home.
and
b) my family are in my home and they will scare her.
Hope all is well with you people.
Peace out.
(P.S. If you're wondering- it'd be whipped cream. Chocolate sauce has got to be a bitch to get out of bedsheets)
"Do you feel that you are superior in any way to other people?"
"Have you ever thought that people on television/films are talking about you?"
"Do you believe that you have special powers?"
I get the feeling that the ol' Doc is barking up the wrong tree. I'm depressed, not picking up alien broadcasts with my teeth.
I was watching T.V. with my mum, when suddenly this advert came on. After a moment or so this dialogue took place:
Mum: So which one would you choose?
Me: Which one what? Girls or sauces?
Mum: Sauces- but which girl would you choose?
Me: I dunno, probably the brunette.
Mum: Right. Why?
Me: I dunno. She looks nicer.
(Pause)
Mum: So which sauce would you choose?
Me: For the blonde or the brunette?
Mum: Either.
Me: This is the probably the most awkward conversation I've ever had.
Mum: Why? It's only whipped cream...
I think Mum has these chats with me to make sure I'm not gay. Fair enough, I haven't brought a girlfriend home in a while, but this is because:
a) I mostly live in Brighton- I can hardly pop home.
and
b) my family are in my home and they will scare her.
Hope all is well with you people.
Peace out.
(P.S. If you're wondering- it'd be whipped cream. Chocolate sauce has got to be a bitch to get out of bedsheets)
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