Before I begin my madcap ramblings for the day, I want to say thanks to all my awesome friends on Twitter, who really took the Yo Momma thing yesterday and ran with it over the Inappropriate Horizon. I especially enjoyed the science-related Yo Momma jokes, because I am a massive nerd, and find particle physics hilarious. Humour is an individual thing, so I'm told. Anyway, let us saunter boldly into the sunset of Fleetchdom, while I relay the most recent conversation between me and my flatmate.
Me: Hey, Fleetch, check out my horoscope for today. It's so amazing, I might actually pay attention to it for once.
Fleetch: Why, what does it say?
Me: "Rather than setting yourself up for disappointment, consider declaring the day a personal holiday instead. Anything you can do to stir up excitement is a good idea. Remember, you can always fulfill your responsibilities tomorrow."
Fleetch: Did you write that yourself?
Me: Huzzah! The universe has spoken! Let the otter chaos commence!
Fleetch: That is pretty awesome.
Me: That's what yo momma said. Last night.
Fleetch: Uh huh.
Me: In bed.
Fleetch: ...Uh huh.
Me: While I was touching her.
Fleetch: ... Yep.
Me: In a sexual manner.
Me: Do you see where I'm going with this?
Fleetch: I do, yes.
There was a brief silence.
Me: (exiting the room) By the way, she says hello.
Fleetch: Mmm. Wait... what?!