I'm pretty sure Andrew was kidnapped last night and replaced by a clone/robot/cleverly disguised genius llama, cause some weird shit went on.
Sidenote: For those who didn't know/forgot, I'm French Canadian.When talking to my dad on the phone, Andrew casually asked me Qu'est-ce qu'il dit?, which is French for "What's he saying?" Let me explain why this is so astounding.
|DIE, CHEVREUIL, DIE!|
- The basics, such as Bonjour, comment ça va, etc.
- Most of the animals of the forest. That way, he can identify them in both languages before blowing their heads off.
- Swear words. Lots of swear words. Pretty much all of the swear words.
So the fact that Andrew was able to form an entire sentence completely on his own that, while being small in size, was filled with contractions and complicated structure is nothing short of a small miracle.
This is why I simply stared at him in awe, whispering "what did you say?!" Probably feeling extremely superior, he smugly repeated the question with a flawless French accent and walked away. I finished my call with my father and stayed on the couch, wondering who the hell I've been living with for the past 3 years.
Then, later in the same day, I turned away from the computer to find this:
|Notice the bag of Teddy Grahams under the chair. |
I was not joking about the Teddy Grahams.