It absolutely is. We both know that obviously the other person doesn’t think we hate them, or want them to die, or get swallowed by a beast, but it’s fun when I can make up some silly tragedy for her to wish upon me. “Woooow, so you just hate me, huh, you want me to time travel to the dinosaur times so I can get hit by the asteroid and have my blood splattered across the earth.”
I’m serious when I tell my wife: Just roll me into a ditch when I die. You better not spend money on me after I’m dead or I’ll haunt the shit out of you.
That honestly just sounds really fun as long as no one is being serious about it.
It absolutely is. We both know that obviously the other person doesn’t think we hate them, or want them to die, or get swallowed by a beast, but it’s fun when I can make up some silly tragedy for her to wish upon me. “Woooow, so you just hate me, huh, you want me to time travel to the dinosaur times so I can get hit by the asteroid and have my blood splattered across the earth.”
Yeah, that sounds awesome actually.
May you continue to have many such funny arguments in the future.
I’m serious when I tell my wife: Just roll me into a ditch when I die. You better not spend money on me after I’m dead or I’ll haunt the shit out of you.