“Mer, the beer is brown, like all beer.”
The next week we were hanging out again, and decided to grab some food from McDonald’s.
On the way home, Mervin said,
“When did they change the French Fries packets to yellow?”
Confused, and now a little irritated at his odd behaviour, I replied,
“Mer, they are red like they’ve always been.”
We got together again a week later with some friends, and were playing poker on the porch.
Suddenly Mervin looked at me funny and asked “Why are all the diamonds green?”
Not realizing how mad I was, I screamed out,
“YOU HAVE NO SENSE OF HUE, MER!”
