I find it amusing when people assume that, because I behave, speak, and dress conservatively, I must also be completely naive to the ways of the world.*
Puhleeze.
I remember one time when I was... oh, fourteen or so, I went into my brother's bedroom for something and got distracted by his TV. He was watching one of those "mature" cartoons which always fail to entertain me but which everyone else seems to find hilarious. Seeing my frown, my brother—being two years older and "wiser"—decided that the reason I wasn't laughing must be because I simply didn't understand the show. So he proceeded to narrate the entire show, explaining every single thing that happened. I guess I had nothing better to do, because I humored him and listened to his interpretation of each joke, right up until one of the characters started snickering about a dog named Boner. At that point, my brother said something along the lines of, "Yeahh... sometimes it doesn't really make sense why the characters are laughing, but they're dumb so you just have to go along with it." And he thought I was the one that needed explanations.
*I'm not claiming to know the ins and outs of everything of all time, but gimme some credit, will ya?
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