THIS MAKES ME THINK OF A BILL PLYMPTON CARTOON
Me: Fig 1: Mr. Steven’s skin takes on various olfactory, taste, texture and pigmentation properties of the food he eats
C.B.: haha what?
Me: i dunno
Me: it just popped into my head
Me: like a lawn dart
IT DIDN’T OCCUR TO ME UNTIL LATER THAT C.B. HAD A 1 YEAR OLD BABY AT THE TIME
Me: you know how newborn babies have soft skull tissue until the fissures form on the tops of their heads?
Me: i wonder if it would be possible to mold that tissue like clay?
Me: you know, make a cup holder, or perhaps an ashtray
Me: i mean, as fucked up as that is, i’m sure somebody SOMEWHERE has tried that
C.B.: yeah you can do that
THIS DUDE HASN’T CHANGED MUCH IN THE 10+ YEARS SINCE THIS CHAT TOOK PLACE
Me: did your gramma get mad at you for crashing your car
SKG: Not really, she just said it’s up to me to get it repaired
SKG: It shouldn’t take too much
SKG: Wasn’t an all-out totalling this time
Me: your job at the laundrymat pays well, does it?
SKG: I don’t have a job yet.
C.B.: took a potato peeler to my hog
Me: makin’ pork rinds?
C.B.: that was probably the best reply possible
Me: Good, because I couldn’t think of anything else to say
Me: Well, back then, it wasn’t that important to have cool names
Me: I mean Spider-Man? Batman? Superman?
C.B.: yeah i know, but i still won’t forgive the name mr. fantastic
Me: I guess they could have called ’em Fire-Man and Rubberman
C.B.: for one, he’s NOT fantastic
C.B.: he’s stretchy
Me: he’s floppy
Me: that’s not exactly fantastic
C.B.: should have been called Mr. Floppy
Me: Mr. Limp