Last night was trash night and he was upstairs gathering the trash and I was at the bottom of the stairs telling him my about dream the other night wherein I murdered two people. Whenever I talk about murder (and, surprisingly, it's a lot) he yells MURDER really loudly and in a deep, creepy voice. So he's upstairs collecting trash and I'm at the bottom of the staircase and every time I pause in the story, he yells MURRRDERR:
Jeanine: and for some reason I killed them!
Dana: MURRRDERR!
Jeanine: and I don't know why! But I felt really badly about it.
Dana: MURRDERRR!
Jeanine: but I refused to look at the bodies.
Dana: :::silence:::
Jeanine: are you on the internet?
Dana: MAYYYBEEE!
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