Spanish today was made highly entertaining through exessive use of Kevin. Not feyr, but the Kevin that sits next to me in Spanish.
He told me the tale of his friend, who told his younger brother that all guys really had three balls, and he was a freak for only having two. Henceforth, whenever they argued, the elder would call the younger "two-baller", and the younger would run off in shamed tears. He does not know how long it took the poor lad to figure out his brother was joking.
We also had a good deal of laughter over what was and was not 'art'. He stick some bolt-thing he'd found on the ground in the mouth of an empty soda bottle and I proudly proclaimed it art. Yes.
I mentioned Kevin (feyr) and he gave me a strange look. I explained that he was not the only Kevin, and that the name of the boyfriend I'd referred to before shared his name.
"But I'm Kevin!"
"Well, then, there's more than one of you."
"Oh. We are the Kevins. You will be assimilated."
And then there was the incident with him removing his pants. Or at least unzipping them. Okay, techically not unzipping the fly. There were zippers on his pockets. I told him to 'zip up his pants', pointing at them. He almost fell over. 'Twas great. I ought to be shot. Then before the Spanish lab he unzipped one leg of his pants (for his pants were the nifty sort, where they can be zipped to shorts) and I yelped and told him not to take of his pants. He threw the pants leg at me. I put it in my backpack and he sat through the spanish lab looking very silly. I did give it back. Eventually.
emperor_boy: You two are the same person, I could swear it sometimes.
emperor_boy: It's just that the banter is so perfect. Banter, banter, die, banter, thwack, banter, gnaw, banter, banter, consume soul, banter.
feyr: *chuckle* You are what you eat! ........*cough*
jenni_the_odd: I'm quoting that.
feyr: Talking about souls, of course. You ate my soul. Yes.