Me: what do you think my Indian name would be, if I was an Indian?
Mister: Farts-at-night.
I was horribly insulted, because I never fart. But then I got distracted by another thought.
Me: is it normal to become queasy if you stick your finger in your belly button and shake it up and down fast?
Mister: What?
Me: kinda like car sickness.
Mister: I have another Indian name for you.
Me: what is it?
Mister: Comes-from-Space...
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