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F-train cracks me, so consistently up

Yesterday afternoon I was happily reading some news websites when the doorbell rang. Because I hate people (or maybe because people hate me) I do not ordinarily have guests. Because I don’t ordinarily have guests I don’t usually expect the doorbell to ring. I react to the doorbell the same way casino gamblers react to a fire alarm: pause briefly, arch an eyebrow, and then go right back to what I was doing.
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13 Responses to “F-train cracks me, so consistently up”

  1. F-Train Says:

    You DO like me! #pantsonfire

  2. pearatty Says:

    F-Train is pretty funny.

  3. Dawn Summers Says:

    Wait, but he’s not funny in a way that makes me less funny, right? Right? #abouttopout

  4. pearatty Says:

    Funny is not a zero sum game.

  5. Dawn Summers Says:

    Dude. I DO NOT like that answer. Answer better! Hmph.

  6. pearatty Says:

    The meaning of that answer is that another person’s funniness cannot make you less funny.

  7. Dawn Summers Says:

    Repeat after me: F-train is in no way so funny that it makes you less funny. In fact, now that I think about it, F-train is not that funny.

  8. pearatty Says:

    F-train is in no way so funny that it makes me less funny.

  9. Dawn Summers Says:

    fail.

  10. Dawn Summers Says:

    And now I’m buying Brady Zac drums for his second birthday. #truefacts

  11. pearatty Says:

    But I said just what you told me to!!

  12. Dawn Summers Says:

    You tricked me. Drums. #truefacts

  13. tito Says:

    It’s pretty impressive to get 12 comments off of someone else’s blog post.

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