DAUGHTER: [hands me fifty cents] Here. Use this to buy my lunch.
TACO: Do you think this will be enough?
DAUGHTER: No, that's only two moneys. My lunch costs three moneys.
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Only I could think this shit is funny.
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The Grimmlet also likes to quantify things. And she has favorite numbers, too. For example, I know that she loves me 280. Sometimes 280,000. Occasionally 280,000 Hundred. Maybe Hundred is the unit of love. I'm not sure. She also quantifies how much she misses me in similar terms.
My kids opt for distances when quantifying how much they love or miss things. Generally speaking, the preferred measurement system seems to be units of "up to the moon and back."
I can has more moneys?
Moneys go out, no moneys come in.
Actually, this may mean she's going to be an accountant!
I had some moneys but I spended them.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be accountants,
Don't let em near calculators,
Countin' up moneys,
Let 'em be doctors of Phrenology and such!
What do you know of Phrenology, Larry? You've got the frontal plate of a ditch digger. ;)
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