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me: "What if I got all skinny from having two jobs where I run around all day, and wound up being really hot?"
him: "I don't like hot chicks. They're all, 'pay attention to me,' and I'm all, 'but you're vapid.'"
me: "But what if I were a hot chick?"
him: "No way, man, hot chicks are dumb."
me, resigned. "So if I got way hot I'd lose my conversational ability?"
him: "It just wouldn't be the same."
me, playing the What A Chick Is Supposed To Say card (for me, a last-ditch resort): "So... in other words... I'm totally not hot."
him, realizing what card I've just played: "I know there isn't an answer to that."
me: "Come on."
him, singing a quote from a Strong Bad Email: "But she's only kinda hot so she won't mess around with other guys!"
me, baffled: "Huh?"

But I kinda know what he's saying. Dude, I hate hot chicks too.

So we went out last night and returned all our deposit bottles so we could buy ice cream and make milkshakes at 11 last night. Because I can't risk becoming a hot chick and losing my boyfriend. What would I do with myself then?

Ahhh... life is, above all else, totally surreal.

And now, for your reading pleasure, I present to you my favorite recent Penny Arcade strip:

On Discomfort (making fun of video games, of course.)