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Sunday, January 27, 2008

a comic book tattoo

Just some more random stuff to make spice up your beautiful Sunday morning...

Note: Never have mom, auntie, and I in a group chat about household items...the claws come out:

Scott Patrick: get a dishwasher
Auntie: yesssssss no more dish pan hands when i visit
Scott Patrick: auntie, those aren't dishpan hands..those are just wrinkles
Mom: lol
Auntie: although i do still do wash by hand. shut up kid.
Mom: your father is watching redneck weddings on cnt!!!!!!!!!!!!
Scott Patrick: ooh.. mullets and fire-hall ... lovely
Auntie: yeah, we know your mom doesn't have any dishes either
Scott Patrick: do you drink your booze from a red dixie cup too?
Auntie: hey
Mom: only you, sweetheart
Auntie: leave your mom alone she can't help it
Scott Patrick: i know.
Mom: remember you're soooo like me, son!!!
Auntie: there is that
Scott Patrick: except in that respect
Mom: lol
Scott Patrick: and i don't know where i got my sensitive palate from
Mom: your whatttttt
Scott Patrick: were you cheating on dad with some wealthy doctor?
Mom: brat
Scott Patrick: oooh i had this great martini last night
Auntie: you do like your drinks
Scott Patrick: mmm hmm
Mom: thats for sure
Auntie: you are like your mom
Mom: don't know where he gets that
Scott Patrick: are you calling mom a lush?
Auntie: yep




Apparently the sign above awoke the Cattermonster, who was none too happy about the reference to catibalism.

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2 Comments:

At 1/28/2008 6:20 AM, Blogger naechstehaltestelle's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

I get sick of people asking me where their cat is all the time, too!

 
At 2/02/2008 11:57 PM, Blogger honeykbee's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

I get sick of people asking me if you're a lush all the time, too!

 

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