#mr. foop

[formidablepassion]

Question presented: If you could throw away any one possession of your partners what would it be?

Mr. Foop: Supernatural

Me: I don't possess Supernatural, so...

Mr. Foop: That's right. Supernatural possesses YOU.

Me: ...

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The Gamer: Mom!! My friend told me how old Misha is. Why didn't you tell me he was old?

Me:....

Mr. Foop:....

Me: Because he's not?

Mr. Foop: Be careful what you say kid.

Me: You realize Misha is only three years older than your dad, right?

The Gamer: ....

Mr. Foop: Are you calling me old?

The Gamer: To *me*, yes.

Me whispers: Damn, that's harsh.

[formidablepassion]

I told Mr. Foop about my new status as Patron Saint of Tentacle Lovers, Marshmallows, and Wine and he asked me if I wanted him to make it official since he has had his own religion for over twenty years. 

I’m thinking this doesn’t sound too terrible. 

Should I make it official for his religion?

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Mr. Foop: I WAS going to start a drinking game.

Watch Arrow and do a shot every time someone says "Diaz"

Mr. Foop's friend: DON'T DO THIS! You will be dead five minutes in!!!

Me: They've said Diaz at least ten times in the last four minutes. Yes, you'd be dead.

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Me who is drinking: Fuck John Wincester.

The Gamer inadvertently making this something it shouldn’t be: Yes, John Wincester.

Mr. Foop: The Gamer, you just brought it to a whole nother level.

[formidablepassion]

I'm not good at riding motorcycles on the moon.

Mr. Foop (presented to you (as it was me) without context)

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El Chavo. Just... google it. 

Because Mr. Foop is giving me literally the entire story for this guy. Complete history. I wish I could remember most of the things the Mr. Foop tell’s me. He is a fountain of knowledge that I never asked for or wanted. 

But that doesn’t make it any less interesting. I just don’t have the capacity to remember all the things he tells me sometimes. 

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Me: Honey? How do you spell the word "wrong"?

Mr. Foop: W-R-O-N-G.

Me: Really? That's exactly what I typed. Why does it look so...

Mr. Foop: Wrong?

Me: Yeah.

Mr. Foop: That's cute.

Me: ....