I will get back to the Three Buttons soon, and delve into other mysteries. But I want to use these seconds before bedtime to reflect on Valentine's Day, which is two days away. Here is a conversation I once had with a girl about Valentine's.Her: I wish you wouldn't make me pay for my own Valentine card. That takes all the zing out of the day.
Me: I can't believe you just said that. You're so retarded.
Her: I really hate it when you use that word like that.
Me: What? Retarded? That's how you're acting. Retarded.
Her: Do you even know how high my IQ is?
Me: It can't be that high, because you're retarded.
Her: 120. My IQ is 120.
Me: So what? Mine is 1072.
Her: IQ, TC, not your apartment number.
Me: Retardo!
Get the idea? I think I'll go lie down now and scratch my belly. Nighty night!
