some guy (self) wrote,
some guy
self

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grasp on reality...slipping!

I daydreamed this conversation earlier. Thought I'd share...
    me:
    What is the distance from my knees to the ground?

    them:
    What is this, abstract poetry?

    me:
    It's a riddle.

    them:
    Okay.. Knees.. Begging... Pride... I'm going to say "a thousand miles"?

    me:
    Good guess.

    them:
    Eighteen inches?

    me:
    No.

    them:
    I give up.

    me:
    Three apples.

    them:
    I don't get it.
I guess you had to be there. Which.. would have been difficult.

Okay, go back to what you were doing.
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