I don’t?
That’s right, bub, you don’t know nuthin.
I was trying to figure out if that was a good thing or a bad thing,
so I decided to ask for some clarification.
Well, how much more nuthin does he know than I don’t?
That’s easy. You don’t know diddly squat. And he’s really got his shit together.
That didn’t really help.
The only new information was that diddly squat could somehow be regarded as the same as nuthin,
and that his buddy had some kind of scatological fetish.
Let me ask you this. If I spent an hour a day studying nuthin,
how long would it take before I knew as much nuthin as your friend knows?
He squinted up his eyes and stared hard at me.
He was slow to speak, but then finally said, You know what? I think you’re making fun of me.