my fabulous roommate and i were watching the last two hours of the godfather II (we started the 3h 20 min movie last weekend). halfway through, i went upstairs to pee. having noticed that my toenails were getting unreasonably long, i decided to grab the bull by the horns, as it were, and cut them right then and there. because i happened to be in the wine, i stabbed myself in the finger. i came downstairs, bleeding.
moi: i stabbed myself.
mfr: oh yeah?
moi: aren't you gonna ask how i did it?
mfr: how did you do it?
moi: cutting my toenails.
mfr: yeah. i like to do that during a break in a movie, too.
moi: well, they were getting so loooong!
mfr: well, it is a long movie.
later, we were discussing my pen situation (i.e. good pens, versus floor pens). mfr mentioned that the mysterious, almost brand new bic floor pens i kept finding in studio were likely planted there by bic as a marketing ploy. if so, i said, it failed; i prefer my fancy 4$ pens.
moi: i am a penisseur!
moi: … that's not what i meant.
mfr: (still laughing)
moi: i meant a connaisseur of pens and you know it!!!