C: [Friend] and I started a club called the Evil Dudes. We're going to build a house then build the most powerful machine in the world.
Me: That sounds expensive.
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Me: How? I could use some good fundraising tips.
C: Through recruits. That's why we need the house. So they can live there.
Me: Listen, do you think once you raise all this money, you can maybe loan your mom some? Maybe just a little, like $10,000 or so?
C: Nope.We're going to need it all.
Me: How about if you raise your fundraising effort? I mean a trillion dollars is kind of a lot. A trillion ten thousand is just a tiny bit more at that point.
C: No can do. This thing is going global and will be going on for generations to come.
Me: That's a lot of Evil Dudes. Why so evil?
C: We're not really evil. Our machine will save the planet. We just needed a cool sounding name.
Me: Why not Cool Dudes?
C: That's already taken ... Some guys in Antarctica.
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Well … okay. At that point we were home. I quickly jotted down the conversation, knowing I just had to blog about it. We started homework and got into our usual after school routine. The next morning, I added "blog post about Evil Dudes" to my to-do list. However, I wasn't expecting this added gem when it was time to leave for school.
Me: What's that? (Pointing to a rolled up piece of paper in my son's hand)
C: Evil Dude plans for an underground bunker. Sorry, I can't disclose the location. It's a secret. We'll need $500 mil to start. We have to eat you know.
Kid's got a point.