
This thread makes me laugh. I have to spread some rep now...gah.
Me and one of my acquaintances were talking about another guy we know and he was saying that the guy is a good guy, but then he started talking about his looks which I found kind of funny.
So he's like: Except for ______. I like him. He's always very nice to me.
Me: Yes, he's a very good man, MashaAllah.
Him: Yeah, he's always very nice to me. And he's very knowledgeable too.
Me: Well, he is a hafiz.
Him: And he's handsome.
Me:

Umm...yeah, I guess he is... (I had never noticed this before but I thought about it and decided it's true.)
Him: Yeah, he has a nice beard. It's handsome.
Me: A handsome beard?

I guess...it's neat. And he dresses well. In any case, he's a great guy.
Him: You know why that is? It's 'cause good people are always good-looking.
Me:
Him: Really, they are. Saintly men are always good-looking and saintly women are always beautiful.
Me: Really?
Him: Yes! You don't know 'cause you've never seen a saint.
My big brother was playing a video game in the living room and asked me to get him a snack. He wanted something very unhealthy, but I told him he should eat better 'cause he's getting fat. So I'm standing there looking through the fridge and telling him what his options are and he keeps going for the unhealthy ones. It was just funny how we were negotiating between the healthy and the unhealthy options.
He's all: Can I have a Swiss roll with milk?
Me: Umm... I don't think you should.
Him: A muffin and milk?
Me: Uh, no. Sorry. how about an apple?
Him: An apple? Ew, is that something to eat? No, I don't want an apple. Can I get some chocolate chip cookies?
Me: No. How about an apple with peanut butter?
Him: No. No apples. How about toast with peanut butter?
Me: No, it's white bread. Carrot sticks?
Him: With what?
Me: Umm...ranch?
Him: No. Gross.
Me: Broccoli with ranch?
Him: I hate carrots and I don't like broccoli. Can't you at least offer me some celery or something? Celery with peanut butter?
Me: Sorry, we don't have any celery. How about a banana?
Him: No, ew.
Me: A banana with peanut butter?
Him: No!
Me: I can give you some milk with that too.
Him: No, I don't want a banana.
Me: Grapes?
Him: No.
We went on like that for some time, but in the end, he decided on an orange. That was easy.
