Good ole days

I miss when this was the sort of conversation that randomly occurred in my dorm room...

Shannon: “If you don’t cry every once in a while, you’ll spontaneously combust”
Me: “I don’t believe you.”
S: “True story.”
M: “Spontaneous human combustion isn’t real. There’s the wick theory, tho."
S: "But they can’t really test it, you know?”
M: “No. Really? I don’t think it’s so much a theory as fat old women whose dresses are the wick and whose fat is the candle”
S: “But that’s not spontaneous human combustion...”
M: “No, see, that’s why sometimes the arms are left alive…um, wait. They’re like phoenixes rising from the ashes. Have you ever seen a phoenix in orthopaedic shoes?”
S:“Yeah, no, whenever I see a phoenix hanging around, they’re in, like, some cool kicks.”

Shannon, ILU <3