Decisions, Decisions.

Overheard In The Frontchroom...

*playing Red Dead Redemption*

[John:] Look! An eagle!
[Me:] Where?
[John:] Right there. Should I kill it?
[Me:] Are you a communist?

Fire Of Unknown Origin Took My Taste Buds Away

Overheard In The Frontroom/Kitchen...

*watching TV, John has been in the kitchen for several minutes*

[Me:] Did she just say her apartment looked drippy?
[John:] *silence* Heh?
[Me:] *walking into kitchen* Did she just say her apar--- what's wrong??
[John:]  *eyes watering*
[Me:] Are you okay?!
[John:] Eh heh.
[Me:] What's wrong?
[John:] Hot sauce. Ehhhh. Burning meh mouth.
[Me:]  *dies*
[John:] Ehhhhh...ehhhhh *sniff* ehhhhh.
[Me:] Gets some bread!
[John:]  *gets bread, holds it on tongue*
[Me:] No! Eat it! Eat the bread!
[John:]  *eats bread* Oh, man. That was hot. *dips bread in hot sauce*
[Me:] Oh my god, what is wrong with you?!
[John:] Ehhhhh...