Some of y'all may find this amusing.

Sunday I'm cooking up a dinner with one of the ladies I've been seeing. She decides to bust out a brownie mix to make for dessert.

Y'all, this girl >scrambled< the eggs before she put them in the mix and then wondered why the brownies didn't come out right. By scrambled, I mean she >cooked< them scrambled first. I suppose it was evil of me to stand there and watch her do it, however part of me couldn't believe wtf I was seeing.

Earlier in the day I had went with the same girl to her University's library because she needed to get some books for a paper she is doing. We found them all on the shelf but one. So I suggest we ought to go check by the office where they order books and place them on carts to return them to the floor.

So when we get there, she stops to tap a book on top of one cart called "The Attaché" and asks, "Isn't that a tribe of Native Americans?"

Honestly, y'all, I mean really...