Drew: How are you, Sugs?
Me: Good. Just grateful that I’m not working to 7pm tonight.
Drew: Why?
Me: Um…because I want to go home and be with my kids?
Drew: Huh?
Me: Dude…what is wrong with you? I get to work at 6:30am, why would I want to stay until 7pm EVER?
Drew: I’m confused.
Me: So am I…are you stoned? How do you not kill all your patients?
Fisticuffs and Shenanigans 
That picture….that wordy picture is the story of my life. Though for me it’s kind of a palindrome; frequently, when I’m being funny, I’m taken as being mean, and occasionally when I’m being mean, people think I’m just hilarious. YMMV.
Amen, sister. Maybe we need to change our eyebrows, so we can be more easily understood? Maybe if I plucked in a ^ ^ they’d be more ironic?
A little bit ironic. Like rain on your wedding day. 😉
Like winning the lottery, and dying the very next day?
Yeah, but mean people are naturally funny when you provoke them. Farting at them is a good way of getting a response. Is Drew a workaholic?
I think he mistook it as I didn’t have to GO to work until 7pm, and he just screwed up the context, so he was confused. I, however, plan on taunting him with this, regardless. 🙂
It sounds like Drew might have been dropped on his head as a baby. No judgment of course, I have those “Duh” moments myself (and yes, I was dropped on my head… a couple times…)
Sort of horrifying from an Ivy grad, huh?