Tuesday, November 27, 2007

some things I am not meant to understand

B is watching tv. It's wrestling.

I'm over in the corner on the computer, trying not to listen and getting sucked in anyway.

B: (at the screen) What the...? Aww, really?
Me: Boy, the women sure screech a lot at each other.
B: It's supposed to be like that.
Me: Oh.

a few minutes later

Me: Isn't this like a giant pissing match?
B: (shoots look my way) It's wrestling.
Me: Oh.

a few minutes later

Me: So Chicken Feathered Man is buddies with Neanderthal Man? Aww...
B: Uh.
Me: Y'know, it's nice that he has friends. You'd think he'd be ostracized on the playground...

B: So, are you finishing something on the computer?

5 comments:

alison said...

I don't understand wrestling either. Or the three stooges. I think that appreciation for either requires a Y chromosome.

witchypoo said...

I do that too. Mention something pressing that I know Ass Burger Boy will want to do.
It's code for shut up.

Angewl said...

College wrestling or WWE/TNA wrestling? lol

Bubba is ADDICTED wrestling, and not the college kind either. (sigh....)

Sarah Louise said...

So, are you finishing something on the computer?
****

cannot stop laughing. Hee!

Badger said...

Here is a little-known fact about me that I have never revealed until now: I used to be HUGE into wrestling. Back in the days of The Great Kabuki? And the Von Erichs? Yeah. Embarrassing.

Even more embarrassing: I am squealing with excitement over the fact that NBC (here in the US) is bringing back American Gladiators.

Now you know.