themasonsuperawesomefuntimeshow:
Coworker: Something terrible happened last night.
Me: What happened?
Coworker: Texas lost the game. If the quarterback had ju..
Me: Let me stop you right there. I could care less about football. I don’t watch it.
Coworker: Heh, alright. But it just pisses me off that (insert whatever player’s name here and a bunch of football jargon that I don’t give a shit about)
Me: I just told you I don’t care. I can’t watch football. It’s more boring to me than watching the public access channel. What’s so appealing about a bunch of sweaty dudes in tight pants chasing balls around a field, only to retire to a nice steamy group shower where they will likely proceed to slap each other’s bare asses and say, “Good game!”
Gay coworker that sits next to me: Wait wait… What is this that I’ve been missing?! What channel does that come on?
Me: *I put my hands up in a “see what I mean” fasion*
Coworker: …Point taken.
Mason, if I didn’t know better than to think there was such a thing, I’d say you and my friend Larry went to the same “shut a fucker up” class. He starts them off the same way with the “Let me stop you right there” in the middle of another persons sentence. Well done.
