This morning's conversation in the local convenience store:
Him, to the store clerk as he's grabbing the New York Post: "What type of person reads this crap?"
Me, grabbing the Post that he just put down, "excuse me".
Him: "Oh...I guess that answers my question".
(I'm wondering if I should be insulted or not.)
Afternoon telephone call:
Jeff: Theresa, sorry I didn't get back to you sooner, I was at my sister's wedding down south. I have lots of funny stuff to tell you, you're gonna pee in your pants. I'll tell you just one thing though, the man she married has a sister who is also his mother.
Me: Jeff, I don't even want to know how that is possible.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Trash Talk
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7 comments:
LOL! Who cares anyway, right?
Ha! That sounds like the joke, Mother and sister have I none, but this man's father is my father's son - or some weird thing like that! How does that go again? :-)
Yikes - to both!!
Coming over from my SIL, Morning Glory - I played Jacks every single day at recess in grade school in Minnesota. Loved it. Was good at it, too.
P.S. We also played marbles incessantly. I don't know anyone else who did that, either. We traded marbles like they do trading cards (at least did when my kids were little). I don't know what they trade now. Probably Pokemon cards.
Ok, my brain hurts, so I'm leaving it alone.
Oh my - that is too funny for words.
hahahahaha! Whaaaaaaaaaat?
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