conversations (56 posts)

Me: Hey mom, bI’IH!
Mom: What.
Me: bI’IH!
Mom: What does that mean.
Me: You’re beautiful!
Mom: …how.
Me: bI is “you” and ‘IH is “beautiful”.
Mom: …in Ukrainian?
Me: …yes. In Ukrainian.

Me: Hey dad, bI’IH!
Dad: What’s that, Klingon?

My brother and I were playing Rock Band, and I turned the vocal track off and the microphone up and proceeded to murder “Last Train to Clarksville”. When the song was over, my brother turned to me and said:

My brother: Hey, you remember that time you were at a Monkees concert, and it was after Davy died, so they had people come up on stage and sing “Daydream Believer”? And you remember how you wanted to do it?
Me: …shut up.

Dad: [goes into Tim Hortons, buys a stack of hockey cards]
Cashier: That’s a lot of hockey cards!
Dad: Yeah, well, they’re for my daughter.

Me: [goes into Tim Hortons, buys a stack of hockey cards]
Cashier: Wow, are these all for you?
Me: No, they’re for my dad.