Our IQ drops to at least a minus 1% when we're together. Our conversation today went like this:
Him: You're such a banana! But its okay, I shall be your ice cream. And together... you know what we can be?
Him: Banana split! Oh wait, we can't be banana split unless we split up!
I instantly let go of his hand. He pouts.
Later on he asks me if I think a certain restaurant has drinks "to go".
I think hard and respond, "I think everything has to go!"
A slight pause. Within two seconds I'm laughing so hard that I can't even move at all and he takes this chance to tease me like crazy, "Oh look, there's MPH! You want books to go? Or clothes to go? Shoes to go?"
"Oh my god, I can't believe I said that! 'Everything has to go'... I think I secretly want to demolish everything sia."