my mother, on my new-found favorite therapy, Grand Theft Auto IV:
mom: "And what exactly is the point of this?"
me: "I'm a criminal and I have to kill some guy."
mom: "Right."
my father, on my new-found favorite therapy, Grand Theft Auto IV:
"I'm not sure why it's getting so much crap - it's not nearly as bad as what's on TV."
the guy crossing the street next to me last night in the middle of a colossal downpour:
guy: "All my money's gettin' wet!!"
me: "Mine too, man."
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