me: you know that last class i took? i think i did pretty shittily…
ryan: shittily? is that, like, the crappy part of italy? where they have disgusting vino and bad pasta?
me: haha yes! you’re funny. i’m going to write that down.
(i grab the first piece of paper i see, and start writing)
me: ah crap! i can’t write on this!
(i start scribbling furiously over the word “shittily”)
me: it’s that paper i have to hand in
ryan: (laughing)i don’t do this very often but i am actually shaking my head at you
me: why? what?
ryan: that is so you. “oh no, i guess i shouldn’t write shittily on my thesis”!
me: (laughing) yeah
ryan: if you bought, like, a bottle of delicate expensive perfume, you’d put it in the bottom of your shopping cart and then take a can of coke and throw it right on top
me: …yeah…i sure love buying delicate expensive perfume…?
ryan: well, i was just trying to make my point exaggeratedly
me: is that the exaggerated part of italy?