A lot of people like to think of conversation as an art, I think of it as a fight. A competition. A game of chess.
I like to think of what I’m gonna say six steps ahead so that I never lose.
It has, on occasion lead me into trouble though. Like the time my girlfriend got a phonecall telling her that her father had died and it took me three further awesome statements about the standard of the plotlines in the second season of the OC to get back on track.
Still, I stand by my comments. It WAS a show about 16 year olds played by 25 year olds who talk like 38 year olds.