Last week, while playing pool and downing several cans of PBR, Momo and I met a girl who likes to ask a lot of questions. Trouble is, she likes to answer them too.

Girl: “Do I think the war is a good idea? No… But do I support our troops? Yes.”
Me: “Okay. So if there was a draft and you got the letter - you know, the letter saying you’re next in line to head to Iraq, you’d be okay with that?”
Girl: “Would I want to fight in Iraq? No… Do I think the U.S. should enact the draft? No…. But do I think of myself as a patriot? Hell yes. I love this country.”
Me: “Why are you asking yourself all those questions?”
Girl: “Do I ask myself questions? I didn’t realize that.”
Me: “You just did it again.”
Girl: “I did? Huh - I guess I did.”

Momo and I mocked her a bit. Luckily she was a good sport about it. Then we decided to try talking like that for an entire conversation.

Me: “Am I hungry? Yes.”
Momo: “Am I hungry too? Yes.”
Me: “Do I want pizza for dinner? Definitely.”
Momo: “Do I care? Nope.”
Me: “Am I going to order pizza anyway? Yep.”
Momo: “Am I going to order sushi? Maybe?”
Me: “Are we going to talk like this all night? Probably.”
Momo: “Am I going to get sick of it? Absolutely.”
Me: “Should we watch TV and stop talking? Yes.”
Momo: “Do I think that’s a good idea? Yep.”

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