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marenziI'm working on my AP biology research paper (yes, this is my Saturday night, shut up) and my dad walks in to ask about dinner (and yes, we're apparently eating at midnight tonight since we all forgot earlier). Our conversation:
Dad: So about dinner - *stops*
*silence*
Kate: Yeah, dinner?
Dad: Um.
Kate: *realizes that she still has twenty or so tabs open about the male reproductive system, and her screen is filled with pictures of different penises*
Kate: *ALT-F4 ALT-F4*
Dad: Okay then. You, uh, do your research. *walks out*
Ahaha, I think I scarred him. Because in his mind, I don't even know what sex IS. *g*
Spending hours reading about seminal plasma and the epididymis make throbbing members and burning love-swords look good in comparison. I think I'm quitting soon.
Dad: So about dinner - *stops*
*silence*
Kate: Yeah, dinner?
Dad: Um.
Kate: *realizes that she still has twenty or so tabs open about the male reproductive system, and her screen is filled with pictures of different penises*
Kate: *ALT-F4 ALT-F4*
Dad: Okay then. You, uh, do your research. *walks out*
Ahaha, I think I scarred him. Because in his mind, I don't even know what sex IS. *g*
Spending hours reading about seminal plasma and the epididymis make throbbing members and burning love-swords look good in comparison. I think I'm quitting soon.
