Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Welcome to my world...
The things I hear...
"My feet smell like vinegar."
"If there's a Zombie Apocalypse, screw Norad, I am going to Wal-mart."
"If you have more babies, will you name them Peeta and Prim?"
"Suck it, butthead."
"I'm going to put pants on." -this from the backseat, as we say, "You're in the car. Don't you HAVE pants on?"
"Noooo, seriously, Wal-mart is perfect for the Zombie Apocalypse. You can shoot and do crafts and kill zombies and use coloring books, all at once."
"What's a wanker, mom?"
"Zombie Apocalypses excite me!!!"
"You look hot in polka dots. Snort."
"I just need to clarify the air."
"Don't worry. My hands aren't in my pants."
Whore. This word has so much weight, but only if we allow it. A bit of a backstory here. Actually two backstories. The first one involv...