My dad is working on a car. I asked what he was going to put on the car and he said nothing. So I thought he couldn't hear, so I asked louder, and he said, "METAL." I said yes, I know you put metal on a car. I asked what is going inside. He said metal, metal, and more metal. Okay, so my dad's making an all metal car.
So I went to my mom and asked what she was making and she said, "METAL." I think I am going crazy, because when I went to my brother and asked what he was looking at, he said, "METAL." Everything I hear is "METAL." It's crazy. So I called my friend to tell her and all she said through the whole conversation was, "METAL."
So I woke up this morning, went downstairs, asked mom what's for breakfast, and she said, "Vacuum bottle." What in the world is a vacuum bottle? So then I went to my dad and asked what is he eating, and he said, "Vacuum bottle."
Oh now, I am going double crazy. Yesterday it was "METAL" and today it is "vacuum bottle." I think I am going to die. So I called my doctor and you know what he said? "Vacuum bottle metal." So I just hung up and took my crazy little body to bed.
When I woke up, I asked my mom what we were having and she said, "Pithecanthropus." Holy Higgenbottoms, what is that? So I asked my dad what he was eating and he said, "Pithecanthropus." Ok, I am officially going triple crazy. So I called my mom's doctor and you know what he said? "Pithecanthropus vacuum bottle metal." So I give up on everything, all these big words.
When I wake up and another word comes along, no, I need a different way to handle this because if I don't, I am definitely going to die. It happened again, except the word was "Italinate." Um, not so weird. So I guess I'm going double crazy twice. So I called my dad's doctor and you know what he said? "Italinate pithecanthropus vacuum bottle metal." That's not weird, right? So I made a plan.
I asked my mom for an "Italinate," and she looked at me like I was going mad. I give up.