Kev gets himself a bowl of cereal to snack on and walks into the living room and goes to sit on the couch next to me
ESC: goddammit.
Kev: what?
ESC: just…nothing…godDAMIT!
Kev: *getting upset now* what? what did I do?
ESC: it’s just…
Kev: ???
ESC: OK, you are in that other bedroom for FUCKING HOURS playing that game, and I’m in here by myself, and then just when I think it’s safe to fart because I’m alone, and let out a big one, THAT’S when you decide you want to come in here and snuggle EVERY DAMN TIME, and then you’re all “goddammit did you FART?” and get mad at me and it’s NOT MY FAULT because YOU WERE IN THE OTHER ROOM, DAMMIT!
Kev: *laughing so hard he needs to lean against the wall to support himself*
ESC: EVERY DAMN TIME! SHUT UP!!!
Kev: Oh my god, that’s too funny.
ESC: uh huh.
Kev: *sits down on the couch next to me* sniff sniff Hey, did you just FART in here?
ESC: shut up
I can barely type, I am laughing so hard!
Hahahahahahaha!
Oh my GOD!! TOO funny!
At least you didn’t pull the covers over his head…
LOL. Thats why its great to be a guy. We just don’t care where we let loose.
I’m not sure I understand. Is the humor to be found in you, as a professional rationalist, harboring (as in a meme) an anachronistic inhibition? Is it the annoying predictability of your mate, who clearly delights in the situation? Or is it just basic “poopy” humor?
I think it’s a little of all 3, really.
haha… hahahahaha….
That’s when you point at the dog.