She tied rocks to her ankles. “What are you doing?” I inquired curiously. Her fingers paused. She took her time before replying. My palms were sweaty, an uneasy feeling climbed through my ribcage. “I’m going to do a magic trick.” She made another knot. My stomach hurt. “See, I am a magician. I can hold my breath forever.” The corners of her lips lifted into a smile that didn’t fit like smiles should. With that, she was in the water. Droplets splashed onto my shoes.
That’s the day I decided magic was real for she never came back up.
i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again:
the big bang theory is not a smart comedy. it relies on cliches and stereotypes that are offensive to everyone they reflect. there is little to no originality in any storyline or relationship.
the funniest thing about this show is that people compare it to 30 rock, parks and rec, louie, veep, etc
there is a difference between a smart show and a show that happens to have nerds on it.