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My weekend was 89% good times, 7% a difficult conversation, and 5% so full it exploded at the edges and left me quite tired.

Here are some comments I enjoyed this weekend (I've helped a little if you want to guess which are from Nadine):


girl #1: "AND he (Adrien Brody) is attractive."
girl #2: "What?! I guess so. In a sewer rat sort of way."



girl #3: "You can't go to guys when you actually want someone to make you feel better!"



girl #2: "I found a jumbo bag of Smarties. And then I ate one. And then another...but now the bag is gone and at least I can't do it again."



in a board game conflict:
girl #2: "As a woman, I need you to understand the essence of what I am saying."



decision making & my winter coat:
guy, to me: "You're wearing a seatbelt. So you're in the driver's seat! But can we decide fast? It's Canada, and it's winter!"



girl #4: "You could sell that booze to bums on the street for profit!"


guy, to me: "Let me teach you how to pick up women at a bar."
me: "Please, because that is a skill I'm really needing to develop."


 
trivia game, asked to players on a couch:
girl #1: "What bait do you use to catch crabs?"
guy: "Roofies!"
girl #2: "Um, I'm getting scared of the couch."
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  1. Karen12:56 PM

    He meant shrimp-flavoured roofies*, right? I don't think Rohypnol is a natural part of a crab's diet.

    *Apparently, I otherwise have no problems with the answer.

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