It should come as a shock to no one who's reading a blog called "The Nerduary" that not only am I a geek, but so is a good portion of my social circle. Also, much like me, a good portion of my social circle is made up of assholes. So with that, here's a text exchange I recently had with one of my pals round about 8:28 A.M. on an idle Monday morning...
FRIEND: You’ve got the touch! You’ve got the powweweeeerrrrrrrrr!
FRIEND: I had a dream last night. I had the Matrix of Leadership, but I abused my position for completely petty purposes.
FRIEND: I was also a Dinobot.
ME: Of course you did. Because you were a Dinobot and you were you.
FRIEND: All good points. Why were all the Dinobots autistic?
ME: Because Wheeljack was drunk when he made them. Also, oddly enough, Transformers featured in my dream last night as well, including the Dinobot Swoop. Weird.
ME: I was hanging out with Hot Rod and Kup.
ME: Swoop just came by, started talking some shit in third person and left. Hot Rod called him a fucking idiot then we went about our adventure