You're a ______.

Sometimes I wonder how it's possible that I have not driven Stone stark raving mad yet.

Here are a couple of examples of conversations we have had:

C: Stone try this spicy tuna roll, it's really good.
S: I don't know.....it doesn't look too fresh to me.....
C: You don't look to fresh to me!

OR

C: Hey don't you think this candle smells good?
S: UM...it smells kind of like old granny.
C: YOU smell like old granny!

Are you seeing a trend????

I'm slightly absurd most of the time.

In the history of our relationship, the end all be all greatest "You're a ____." happened while Stone, Katie Jean and I were driving back from Windsor.

(I was only 18 at the time and thanks to those crazy Canadians I was legally able to booze)

So there we are, driving down the highway, when I saw and old ramshackled building.

"Hey Stone, what do you think that is?" I asked. "It looks to me like a slaughter-house." he replied.


"NO, YOU'RE a slaughter-house."

I couldn't pass it up! Stone pitches under hand to me and I knock'em out of the park!!!!!

(it must be noted.....soon after that comment, Stone pulled into a rest stop and threatened to leave me there.)