When my parents ask what time I went to bed, they act like 4a.m is a BAD thing.
Wonder what they'd say to the midnight dinner....
In other news, becasue I don't get comments on here, ever. I began a horrible little story in which 14 perfect strangers have allready left responses.
STRANGERS! Why can't you people be like them?
Aw screw it, I'm gonna go read
I'm back. Miss me? Thought so
I got yelled at by an old man in the park. Apparently I stole his grandsons freezbee.
"YOU THERE! How dare you take the family freezbee!"
"....Bob gave it too me...."
"I WILL BEHEAD YOU FOR THIS INSULT!"
Me: Runs away.
Also, for your enyoment, here's a conversation with my oh so loving mother.
Mom: I'm home!
Me: Are you drunk?
Mom: Well...I did have soem wine....
Me: Your drunk
Mom: Actually I hold liquor quite well.
Me: Only if its expensive, was it expensive?
Mom: Now how would I know if...
Me: Was it?
Mom: We're not THAT good of friends.
Me: Does that mean you'll get me a donut?
Mom: I'm not drunk!
Me: You sure?
Mom:......*Giggles and walks off*
Now Boys and girls, my mother is a social worker. Not some drunk. Though she has been known to consume vast amounts of achole. But no, I have never seen her drunk
Yep....now I"m bored
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