Books need laminated pages, so I can read them in the shower [I’ve ruined more good books…].
A cute girl came to the door selling something (Sold! [What was she selling?] Doesn’t matter). In my head, I was all suave sophistication, in reality, my brother answered the door.
If you sit alone long enough, the walls have interesting things to say.
I went to the store to get a screen protector for my tablet. I asked the guy if it was laminated. He said, “No.” I asked him if it would make my tablet waterproof. He just stared blankly. I said, “Well, it looks laminated.” He said, “If you’re so confident you’re right, try it.” Long story short, he owes me a new IPad [you can tell it’s a fake story because I said I owe an IPad…clearly, I would never buy an Apple product (no offense, Apple)].
When reading A Game of Thrones, am I the only one who sometimes wonders if I’m actually reading a “Choose Your Own Adventure”? [Does anyone remember those? Did anyone reach the “good ending”? (Did that exist?)]
Any time I’m in another room and my brother sneezes, when I yell, “God bless you!”, I think of Brachiosaurs.