You know . . . he's like a pear.

This story is a prime example of why you do not want to dive very far into the inner workings of Stephanie's brain.  Here's the backstory.  I was looking at pictures on Lamebook and there was a picture of a girl standing next to Carson Daily and the caption below it read: "Me and Conan O'Brian".

Me: You know how they call Conan O'Brian 'Coco'?
Stephanie: Who the fuck is Coco?
Tara: CONON O'BRIAN.  I just said that!
Stephanie: Ugh.  Ion't like him.  He's like a pear.
Tara:  . . .
Stephanie: Hellooooooo?
Tara: Why is he like a pear again?
Stephanie: You know . . .
Tara: Oh right, like his hips.
Stephanie: No.  Not his body shape.  It's him!
Tara: Oh, okay.  His chin.
Stephanie: No!  Not his face!
Tara: Okay thennnnn . . .
Stephanie: It's not how he looks.  It's just him.  He's . . .  blah--like a pear.
Tara: {{dies of laughter}}
Stephanie: Are you okay?!
Tara: {through not so stiffled laughter} No.
Stephanie: Ugh.  Nobody understands me!  What is so hard to understand about, "He's a pear"?  It's not his body shape or his face.  It's just him!  He's blah like a pear.  You know, when you take a bite of a pear and it's just . . . blah.  That's how Conan O'Brian is.  He's. A. Pear.  Sheesh!  You would think by now, I wouldn't have to explain these things to you!