Will and I have a little game we play called "making shit up." And by "making shit up" I mean "getting the other person to believe something that is ludicrously untrue." And by "we play" I mean "me."
Will also calls this game "you're a damned lying liar."
This is usually after I get him to believe something.
It all started when he asked (rhetorically) after seeing a game of tug-of-war on TV, "what has tug-of-war ever solved?" I immediately countered that tug-of-war was created to settle land disputes in Colonial America.
(Will also calls this game "Nina being an asshole.")
(I can't help my genetics.)
A short while later I told him that Flair Cleaners, a Los Angeles staple, was founded by none other than the Nature Boy Ric Flair himself.
Woo! Look at those clean clothes!
Will soon realized this was not the case. But this morning, he discovered the following:
The more you know...