Me: "His name is Michael Weston." torrain: "He used to be a spy!" Me: [WIDE EYED STARE] torrain: "What?" TV: "His name is Michael Weston. He used to be a spy." ME: "HOW DID YOU KNOW, YOU SORCEROR" torrain: wut
Here in Saskatoon, Cass (my wife) and I are driving down Preston Ave, and this conversation (or something similar - my memory's not so great) happens:
C: My name is Michael Preston. I used to be a street. Me: What? C: You know, like Burn Notice, but with Preston instead of Weston. Me: OK. Me: "We got a burn notice on you. You're an alley now." When you're an alley, you've got nothing... C: "Where am I?" Me: (in a cheesy Irish accent) "Behind houses!"
Now, EVERY time we watch the show, I say "Behind Houses!" at that point in the intro and Cass cracks up like a little kid. And you thought YOU guys were weird. :P
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Date: 2013-06-19 09:05 am (UTC)C: My name is Michael Preston. I used to be a street.
Me: What?
C: You know, like Burn Notice, but with Preston instead of Weston.
Me: OK.
Me: "We got a burn notice on you. You're an alley now." When you're an alley, you've got nothing...
C: "Where am I?"
Me: (in a cheesy Irish accent) "Behind houses!"
Now, EVERY time we watch the show, I say "Behind Houses!" at that point in the intro and Cass cracks up like a little kid.
And you thought YOU guys were weird. :P