*30 years into the Apocalypse*
Grandson – Before phones what did you do for fun?
*Pulls out faded extremely warn hacky sack*
Me – This shall be the best thing I bestow upon you. I also have a random shampoo bottle you can read while you poo.
I picked the wrong year to stop drinking.
– a Memoir
I tried on a pair of shorts at Target and they fit perfectly. I went to check the size and apparently I’m “husky child”
Me – Yes hit me Daddy
Boxing opponent – Dude stop please
Friend – Your grammar is horrible.
Me – My grammar is 97 and she’s a saint. You watch your mouth