torture

i'm on the phone with Andrea, listening to Journey, and looking up jewelry so i can send the links to my friend who has to sincerely--and financially--repent for his sins.

Andrea and i talk everyday and pretty much know what the other is going to say. not that there are no surprises, but you get on a roll and know how the other person thinks and you create a list in your head of the possible places their side of the conversation will go. the real fun, since our lives and conversations a riddled with non sequiturs, is what random fucked up thing the other will say.

so, we're on the phone and she was making fun of me. now, what she normally says after getting in a good shot is, "i love torturing you." this time, whoever, she had an unannounced non sequitur and said, "i love tortilla chips." so, me expecting one thing and hearing another combined the two. so what i heard was "i love torturing chips." i started laughing and told her about it. she laughed and called me a dork, and i said, "how do you torture a chip? with your teeth? bite down really slowly... cru-cru-cru-crunch."

to which she responded, "you're such a dumbass."