John and I have a new game we’ve been playing for way too long now. The game is the well known “No, you are!” It goes a little something like this:
John: The dogs’ feet are cold
Me: No YOUR feet are cold
Me: My muffin is soggy (by the way, I’ve never said this in my life)
John: No YOU’RE soggy.
Now though, we’ve gotten so entwined that we have to say YOU ARE instead of YOU’RE when we really mean it.
John: Ooh, this chocolate is so sweet
Me: No YOU ARE sweet
Sometimes grammatically it doesn’t work out, but we do it still:
Me: Wow, our living room smells like peaches (again, never have I said this)
John: No YOU ARE smell like peaches.
Anyway, you get the drift.
So the other night, there’s this one:
Me: My diet coke is flat
John: No YOU ARE flat
To which I answered:
“You can’t even get me with that one babe, because the only thing flat about me is my voice and my ass.”
Heh.
3 comments:
We play a variation of that game, too! In ours, the sentences just get shorter and shorter. An example:
Me: These shoes smell funny.
Brian: No, YOU smell funny.
Me: No, YOU.
Brian: No, you.
Me: You.
Brian: You.
Me: You.
Brian: You.
Me: You.
Brian: You.
Etc.
In my mind Kate's game ends like this:
Kate: You.
Brian: You.
Kate: Yo.
Brian: Yo.
Kate: Yo.
Brian: Y.
Kate: Y.
Brian: Y?
Kate: Because I said so.
Ooh, like that ending, Matt! In fact, I like anytime I get the last word. Yay.
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