When I was little I asked my mom why people from elsewhere in the US hate on California so much, and she answered “because they don’t live here and they’re jealous”
That wasn’t the reason, but it still answered my question
I went out for drinks with some coworkers as tomorrow’s my last day at the job, and asked one I didn’t know super well about his pet rabbit
“My girlfriend had it since she was a teenager,” said he. “It has kind of a weird name as a result.”
“Oh yeah? It’s not like, Jessica Rabbit, or something from Watership Down, is it?”
“No, no, it’s just… its name is Plot.”
I had a horrible moment where I was choking on my Jack and Coke cry-laughing with all the hilarity of the mild intoxicated person who really needs to order some barfood. Sadly, no one else got that my coworker had a literal plotbunny.
Um… good day, sir – it’s not a good day for you. Sorry.
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