| Me: | But front row is worth it cause I could just go up to them and be like "Hey can I have a bottle of your sweat". That'd be great! |
| Mom: | You say such odd things all the time. I don't know where I went wrong. |
| Me: | People say this to me all the time. I blame you every time. |
| Mom: | I am not responsible for you. |
| Me: | Yes you are. I am a God. What I decree must be so. |
| Mom: | Oh God. |
| Me: | Yes? What do you need? |
| Psychiatrist: | -cough- |
| Me: | What's wrong? |
| Psychiatrist: | Well, um...I don't think I need to tell you to use protection right? |
| Me: | I use condoms all the times, DAD! Thanks. |
| Psychiatrist: | You know where to buy condoms right? |
| Me: | ... |
| Psychiatrist: | At a condominium. |
| Me: | You're weird. |
| Psychiatrist: | I know. But at least you smiled. |
| Me: | I'm good at that. |
| Psychiatrist: | I know. |