The Man: Scratch my feet
The Man: Come one, scratch my feet
Multiply this time 700 billion, I always cave in just so he will shut up.
Sunday afternoon: I am almost done with my book-
The Man: What are you reading?
Me: I book about a kid who got a Lobotomy
The Man: Why would you read that, it sounds horrible!
Me: Oh, it's sickening, terrible the worst thing I have ever heard!
The Man: Your sick- why do you always read about such horrible things.
Me: It's interesting, besides maybe I can find someone to perform a lobotomy on you, and then I could make you scratch MY FEET!