Thursday, May 26, 2011

"Hi Kettle, this is Pot... you're black."

Me: *talking about a typo* God poop... that's what hail is. See, it freezes when it passes through space, and then breaks up once it hits the atmosphere, and then freezes again in the cold air.
Boyfriend: *stares*
Me: Meteorites are kidney stones ^^
Boyfriend: You're a little odd, love.

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