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."

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