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The More, The Merrier

I think some of the funniest moments happen when there's a crowd. Don't get me wrong, I've definitely had my share of laughs when sitting across a table from one other person. But somehow, whenever you get four or more friends together, the odds of pure, unadulterated laughter rise dramatically.

Take today - a bunch of us were hanging out for lunch, and in the span of that lunch, I heard all of the following:
  • "See, this is why I hang out with you guys - to reaffirm my Asian-ness" (funnily enough, she said this to me, the half-Peruvian guy)
  • "Boo, you should've done something morally questionable"
  • "Why? Because I'm a grown ass man"
  • "Yeah, we kinda made a scene. There was tackling involved"
  • "Wait, are those potatoes purple?"
  • "I just don't like things randomly invading my personal space"
  • "Dude, if I can talk my mom into doing it, you have no excuse"
I kid you not, that's almost exactly what came out of people's mouths. And sure, I was responsible for a couple of those quotes (for bonus points, see if you can guess which ones), but in my defense, it's not like I randomly pulled them out of nowhere. The conversation just naturally went down those routes, and voila, merriment. Oh, and I may have also had an adult beverage at said lunch, which also added to said merriment.

Good times, I'm telling you.

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  1. (<> .. <>)October 13, 2009 at 7:52 PM

    Hmm, only a couple?

    I shall guess #3 and #7

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  2. Sam ChangOctober 14, 2009 at 8:30 AM

    Hm, you're right, I was actually responsible for 3 of those.
    #3 - when I was explaining why the coworkers in the Philippines weren't able to con/trick me into going on a date with someone out there
    #5 - apparently such things exist
    #6 - on why I don't like birds/squirrels that get too comfortable with humans (same goes for bugs that react faster than I do)

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