He's pretty funny and I like to keep a log of all the funny things he says and does.
One lazy Sunday at my pad, I had Pepe come over for no real good reason other than to hang out. We were sitting around when the subject of high school academics came up.
Me: I did shitty in school but I somehow got by.
Pepe: what, really? I didn't figure you for that...
Me: oh yeah, I fucking graduated with like 10th grade English skills and pre-algebra.
Pepe: fuuuuck, no shit?
Me: I had to go summer school every fucking year, it sucked.
Pepe: I did pretty good - I was good at math, dog!
Pepe: ....I took trigonometry... even CALCULUS!*
*Pepe dropped out of high school around his 11th grade/junior year, which means he must've been some sort of MATHEMATICIAN taking calculus that early on.
...a couple of months later:
Pepe: Daaaamn, duuuude! look at all this weeeeeeed!
Me: its crazy, huh!
Pepe: fuuuuuuck! how much is that?!
Me: Nator's neighbor didn't want it so he just gave it to us! it's like half an ounce!
Pepe: what you gonna do with it?
Me: split it up into eighths and give it away. I don't need THAT much.
Pepe: what? you know how to do that?
Me: do what?
Pepe: split it up into quarters and eighths and shit...?
Pepe: yeah, don't you need like a scale or some shit?
Me: well I was told this was exactly a half ounce so I'm assuming half of that is 1/4 oz.... then half of 1/4 would be 1/8.
Pepe: is that how you do it? are you sure?