Ugh, yep, I'm a masochist.
Ok, Carsomyr and McNoodle decided to try to teach me hockey one night. So Carsomyr was asking me "do you know this person", naming off hockey players. IN MY DEFENSE, I was tired and tipsy and not really paying attention because it's hockey, not something I was really keen on learning, but Carsomyr asks me "Do you know who Mario Lemieux is?"
I'm like "Who?" And Carsomyr goes "Super Mario" which I respond "I didn't know Super Mario had a last name." As in I was thinking Super Mario as in Super Mario Bros, which confused the hell of me because I thought we somehow moved from hockey to video games. And yeah, fuck me, I get shit for it all the fucking time.
Like I said I'm a masochist.