on the ferry, watching UFC* in the car:
mr. monkey: wow! he just kicked that guy right in the liver! he's DOWN!
moi: where is the liver, anyway**?
mr. monkey: in the stomach somewhere...
moi: ah. i suspected as much.
* the polish film*** we had watched earlier had left such deep emotional scar tissue on both our souls that we needed some clear-cut blood and violence to cleanse our metaphorical palate, if you'll allow me to awkwardly mix my metaphors.
** there's one thing one can say about UFC - it's a great way to learn a little about the human anatomy.
***if you do not speak polish and cannot read the synopsis, ask someone to kick you repeatedly in the nether regions, as this will give you a fair approximation of the film's emotional effect.