Me: "Landis, I cleaned something disgusting off your walls the other day."
Me: "I don't know..... But it was gross. It was splattered up in the corner, near the ceiling. What the heck was it? And what were you doing?"
Landis: "What color was it?"
Me: "It was brownish - AND GROSS."
Landis: "Oh yeah.... It was a rotten apple."
Me: "A rotten APPLE?"
Landis: "Yeah. We found a rotten apple....so we threw it up against the wall."
Me: "You found a rotten apple, so you THREW IT AGAINST YOUR WALL?!?"
Landis, (shrugging): "Yeah."
And he says it with total nonchalance, like "Duh! Of course I did. It was ROTTEN FRUIT. It's what you DO."
I totally don't get it. And I can't help but wonder.........Is it my lack of a Y chromosome that leaves me in utter confusion about why that made even a bit of sense?
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3 years ago