What does that make you?
Had a little IM exchange with my brother at work today. Nothing really exciting about that, except that it turned out to be pretty funny when I found out he was wrong about something. Let me give you a little set up first. See, the first round of the SEC Basketball Tournament is today, and our struggling University of Kentucky Wildcats play Ole Miss. The point of contention was what time the game started this afternoon. See, I already knew it started at 3:15 EST, because part of the office here at work is going to watch it then and they sent out an email that said so.
My brother IM’s me that it starts at 2:15, and I let him know that was probably the wrong time. So after he gives me crap about how he saw 2:15 on the SEC web site, I let him know that was probably Central Time since the tournament was being held in Memphis. I don’t get anything back from him for 3 or 4 minutes… sends “Huh, how about that.” Well, since I’m no slouch, I don’t want to waste this opportunity to get my youngest, and most smart ass, brother to admit he’s wrong. Especially since it happens so rarely (at least by his account).
Now here is the rest of the IM exchange:
Me: So….. what does that make you?
Smartass Brother: argualby correct
Me: hmmm… I could argual that is not the case
Smartass Brother: thats what argual means
Me: let’s not get into an argualment about this
Smartass Brother: I will argual till my head hurts!
Me: jebus that’s a lot argualbing
Smartass Brother: this has been played out, i think you have argualed enough for one day
Me: there is no true winner in an argualment, only those that argual their own points of view
Smartass Brother: argual all you want, i will lambadasst you till king-dome come
Me: Oh no you didunt!
Me: I’ll get Ezel down here and he’ll show you what an argualment is all aboutedness.
Smartass Brother: i dun’t ‘member axeding you anywaze
Me: all this because you won’t admit derfeatedness to what you argualed about
Smartass Brother: all what?
Me: Eggzactly!
OK, I didn’t exactly get him to admit he was wrong, but shit, that would have taken hard time in a Turkish prison.
I love proving my older brothers wrong, and it doesn’t happen too often. I proved one of them wrong with evidence one time and his response was: “Huh..” It made my day. His silence was golden for me.
Tara: It’s even worse when you have two younger brothers… the “who was wrong” game can get down right vicious.
this is argualby one of the funniest things I’ve read today…lol!
Next, you guys’ll be wanting us to acknowledge your “street” language and offer Ivoronics classes in schools. What is the world COMING to??!?
No arguament from me Dawn!
I can’t stand it when people never fess up to being wrong.
Fuckers.
I’m here via Dawn!
That was a riot, made my morning thank you very much.
Problem is now I’ll have this spelling affliction at work..not a good thing
btw. I’m rarely wrong either :D
Dawn: Awesome… I’m glad you found it so argualby funny :).
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nicole: ‘Ivoronics’… I had to read that a couple times to get it. But I like it!
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Zombie: Well, I’d say the same, except I’m about has hard-headed as my brother to admit I’m wrong. I think my girlfriend thought it was cute the first time, but she’s WAY past that now.
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delite: Thanks! I’m glad I’m not the only one that thought it was funny.
That makes me wish I had a brother… wait, don’t I?
I hate admitting I’m wrong, period. but to my younger brother? Forget it, it will never happen. Even if I am blatantly wrong.
rockyjay: So… you do? If you don’t have a brother yet, do’nt start wishing for one.
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Phoenix: Neva eva eva-eva-eva-EVAH!
Ummm… I hate to say this… but…. I’m a Gator. SEC champs, beyotch!
JJ: I now officially hate you. I hope JOE-AH-KIM Noah gets hit by a Greyhound bus during the NCAA Tournament!
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