In case there was any doubt that I am mature beyond my years, the following conversation happened a couple of weeks ago at S's house:
Me: So MODG and I are trying to start this new club. It's really cool.
S: Who's in it?
Me: Well, so far, just us. But membership is pretty exclusive.
S: So no one wants to hang out with you guys on the internet anymore?
Me: No. Lots of people want to hang out, but we can't let everyone in.
S: What kind of club?
Me: The Pen 15 club.
S: Pen 15? What does that even mean?
Me: It's just a name that we thought was really neat, but if you want to join, I have to write it on your hand.
Me: Fine. Then I guess you don't want to be supportive of me and my dreams.
S: Why Pen 15? Where does it come from? This sounds like a trap of some kind...
Me: Hold on. Let me just go get a pen...
S: Pen won't come off.
Me: Yes it will. I promise.
S: Pen 15? I still don't get it....
*I left the room to go get a pen*
S: ....Goddamnit. Pen 15 spells penis. You can't write that on my hand.
Me: No. It doesn't. Only a pervert would think that.
S: Yes. It spells penis.
*cue temper tantrum by me*
S: Fine. But it better come off before work tomorrow.
11 hours ago