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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