Him: [Lying on the floor, yells] Wesley, I can smell you from across the room.
Wesley: Haha, no way! You're just boasting!
Him: No, I'm not. Wait. [Looks at me] What does 'boasting' mean?
Me: [Waiting for popcorn to pop] It means bragging. Wait. [I look at him] You're seventeen years old. You don't know what 'boasting' means?
Him: Well ... neither did he, really. He used it wrong.
Me: Yeah, but it can mean 'lying in a bragging manner.' I mean, you know. That doesn't totally work either, but still.
posted at 10:50:35 pm
2. As "Americana" defines itself as artefacts of American culture, "Gloriana" consists of the artefacts of my culture.
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