Lousy day at work Monday, but I'll live and I got overtime pay for it so all is well

Things are casual here: no shirt, no shoes, not that much of a problem.

A few days ago, I saw a man with a tatoo stretching across his chest and over his shoulder. (This, in itself, is no so impressive. I've seen a man with a tattoo that covered a third of his face, in a stripe that ran down in some pattern that I could not name. The really amusing part was that it was in his id picture as well, though I don't know why I found it funny.)

He was describing it to one of his friends: This is my father, this is my grandmother, this is my son.

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The Brain is playing Silent Hill 2 again, in order to collect the endings. I was recording this conversation as it happened, so it's mostly accurate.

Kid: I'm not questioning video game logic, but it's weird that James has to kick them.

Brain: No it makes perfect sense. James's shoes is coated with a special sovlent that makes them die.

Kid: No, but I think-

Brain: Okay, now you're questioning videogame logic.

Kid: But why doesn't he kick them in the first place?

Brain: He's a dude, he can't kick that high.