Me: "it does not taste like God Himself cooked heaven into a series of five dishes which were then served to you accompanied by several luminous balls of fermented, bubbly plasma while actual and literal flower petals floated down all around you canal-siide dinner table."
Gus: "Nicely phrased"
Gus's father: Our children are weird."
My dad: "Nicely phrased

Autore: John Green