That ain't everything. If he was just a cute dog saying "have a good Thursday," I'd look forward to seeing him every week. Instead, he proudly tells me it's Thursday every Wednesday. If it was just endearing, I'd love it, but because it's more of a joke, it gets annoying after a while. Endearing stuff will never make me actively mad like an overused joke.

Him being wrong isn't funny anymore. The only humor now comes at the expense of my annoyance. While it was fun finding ways to insult him, I'm mostly bored at this point. I don't think I can salvage enjoyment out of it anymore.