A long time ago, in Wal-mart, Daniel decided it would be fun to act like a retard. I mean, a real, clinical retard. He talked like Doofy on Scary Movie and everything. He even went as far as to call me "Cindy". Very loudly. He chased me around saying in a dopey voice things like "Cind...you wanna have sex? I know where it goes!" The last sentence ended up a popular quote which I remind him of quite alot. A bit more recently, I asked him, "So, where DOES it go?"
Daniel *with Doofy voice*: Your nose?
Me: No.
Daniel: Your eye?
Me: No.
Daniel: Your ear?
Me: No.
Daniel: MY ear?
Me: LOL
Ya. It was great.
Yesterday he was writing on me with a permanent marker. It a moment of brilliance, he figured out the answer to the question and wrote, for future reference, in a place you cannot see when I'm wearing a bathing suit, "Insert Here" with an arrow.........
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