March 29, 2008

From a conversation E.S. and I had earlier today in the kitchen.

E.S.: Hey, those cookies are mine.
FAUSTUS: Yes, but your love for me makes them mine too.
E.S.: …
FAUSTUS: It’s the transitive property of love.
E.S.: Give them to me right now.

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6 Responses to From a conversation E

  1. Paul says:

    Don’t get between a man and his cookies.

    Or in my bf’s case, him and his strawberries.

  2. David says:

    Only, and I mean only, if that transitive property works in the opposite direction, and cookies that you prize and adore also belong freely and fully to him, does this property hold true.

    Otherwise: greedy, greedy, greedy.

  3. Paul: Strawberries? Your boyfriend is wierd.

    David: Don’t be ridiculous.

  4. John says:

    Sometimes I have to wonder whether E.S. has even MET you. Bringing cookies into your home and then expressing shocked outrage when you start eating them? Did he suffer a blow to the head recently? Before he tried to take the cookies away from you, I mean.

  5. gabi says:

    Did YOU? Give them to him, that is.

    Absolutely delicious!

  6. birdoparadise says:

    Dear Doctor,

    I jumped here from a comment you left on Little David’s blog. Just wanted you to know that this post alone has forced me to bookmark your blog. I’ll be back for more.

    I can’t wait to quote you in the kitchen.



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