The plot thickens.
Mostly because my grave digger had no idea just how fat I was.
7-year-old: I don’t want mashed potatoes.
Me: They’re just like French fries.
7: Then give me French fries.
There’s a flaw in her logic, but I can’t find it.
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Her: The menu is in French.
Me: Allow me to order for you.
Me: Mÿ dâtę wòûld líkê thé chėésëbûrgęr, plæsê.
stick in the park:
6 y/o me: I will take it home
I have a very dry sense of humor. So I drink moisturizer.
I don’t think Major Tom was much of an astronaut – Ground Control had to tell him to put his helmet on, FFS. That’s pretty basic stuff.
if you give a mouse a cookie, he’s going to ask you for a glass of milk.
don’t give it to him.
give him another cookie.
now he’s super thirsty.
he’ll do anything for that milk.
I take a prop microphone wherever I go. If a reporter sticks a mic in my face during a tragedy, I can pull out my own and return the favor.
Show your guy you love him by making him lasagna.
Write his name in the cheese.
Leave it on his porch.
His wife is home.
Write hers too.
I’m only up to Covid 15.
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