Delightfully Tacky, Yet Unrefined

BJ: [Motioning towards a billboard advertising the VW Beetle as we pass it on the freeway] Slug bug!
Me: No, that doesn't count. That's not an actual bug.
BJ: It's an image of an actual bug that exists somewhere.
Me: Yes, but we didn't see the bug itself.
BJ: The billboard was a real representation, though.
Me: Yeah, but you don't necessarily have to believe in things just because you see them represented...
BJ: No, but...
Me: So you believe in Jesus because you've seen pictures of him?
BJ: Nobody has, like, a photograph of Jesus.
Me: But he's imagistically represented everywhere.
BJ: But photographs are images of real events; they record actual photons that actually existed...
Me: But photographs can also be doctored or shot from a specific perspective to convey a certain viewpoint...
BJ: Yeah, but they're still more real than paintings.
Me: I win. There's no way that we could have possibly determined the reality of that VW given our fleeting experience of the billboard.
BJ: No, you DON'T win.
Me: Yes, I do. I had you at the Jesus thing. You thought it was clever and cute and, therefore, in rhetorical terms, I win.

:::pause:::

BJ: I am going to fart. And you will be sorry.
Me: [In a huff.] You and your non-sequiturs...



As a side note, this conversation also included some mention of going to Hooters...