When I said it, I knew I had to blog about it.
I share a room with my sister (by choice, and I like to talk to my sister at night). She was fixing her sheets, she dumped the stuff on her bed on mine, which I was sleeping in. Then our conversation veered onward about how a seventeen year old kid went to jail for killing his little sister.
I asked “would you kill me?.”
She said “would you want me to?.”
“No.”
“Then that’s your answer.”
Then I said “sit on me” retarded, but I wondered if she would.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah.”
She sat on me.
*laughs*
“It laughs to hurt.”
“You mean, it hurts to laugh.”
*laughs some more*
Then the conversation went dead. HAHA.
