So Tap kind of hates my TV, as he always asks when I’m getting a new TV just about every time we talk. The next book club meetings will be at Conrad’s house and my apartment, and Tap is very concerned that he won’t be able to watch the next book club movie on our supposedly miniscule televisions. It led to this conversation:
Tap: You guys are weak sauce with your little TVs. I might just bring up my 40” up to Austin for this shit.
Me: You are such a TV snob. Fine, bring your TV, I guess our Corpus TVs aren’t good enough for your big city TV.
Tap: That’s right. My TV eats cheese and wine, drives a Prius. Listens to indie rock.
Me: HAHA. Goes green.
Tap: Your TV puts its last name in script letters on the back of its car. Your TV’s house is less expensive than its vehicle. Your TV goes fishing and works at First Data. My TV plays racketball.
Me: Omg, I’m loling so hard over all of this.
Tap: Hahaha.
Me: Your TV has an IRA.
