It NEEDS TO BE SAID AGAIN
So I was self-indulging and discovered this little gem of a conversation I apparently had with my cousins two years ago:
Me: Colin, if you don't stop messing with the lighters I'm going to smack you upside the head.
*Colin messes with lighter and smackage ensues*
Colin: What the hell did you do that for?
Me: STOP FUCKING AROUND WITH THE LIGHTERS. THE GINSENG IS FLAMMABLE.
Payton: Mom found a bra in Martin's car the other day.
Me: Really?
Payton: He told her that he was driving cheerleaders and they had to change. She was going to let him slide until she found the underwear. And the beer bottles.
Me: That's the funniest thing I ever heard.
Payton: I told him to clean out his car.
Colin: Did you know that bras kinda stink when you burn them?
HA! HAHAHA!
Man that cracks my shit up. ALSO it's midnight and I'm usually asleep. Perhaps I should just go to bed.
I feel like I should warn people that I'm likely to go all wistful and melancholic in either the next entry or the entry after that. Because when you go to bed thinking about certain things, you usually wake up the next morning with a headache and a need to make sure you have open lines of communication with lots of people. This is in no way related to an influx of horror-oh-my-god-you're-going-to-die movies that I have been watching. At all.
Me: Colin, if you don't stop messing with the lighters I'm going to smack you upside the head.
*Colin messes with lighter and smackage ensues*
Colin: What the hell did you do that for?
Me: STOP FUCKING AROUND WITH THE LIGHTERS. THE GINSENG IS FLAMMABLE.
Payton: Mom found a bra in Martin's car the other day.
Me: Really?
Payton: He told her that he was driving cheerleaders and they had to change. She was going to let him slide until she found the underwear. And the beer bottles.
Me: That's the funniest thing I ever heard.
Payton: I told him to clean out his car.
Colin: Did you know that bras kinda stink when you burn them?
HA! HAHAHA!
Man that cracks my shit up. ALSO it's midnight and I'm usually asleep. Perhaps I should just go to bed.
I feel like I should warn people that I'm likely to go all wistful and melancholic in either the next entry or the entry after that. Because when you go to bed thinking about certain things, you usually wake up the next morning with a headache and a need to make sure you have open lines of communication with lots of people. This is in no way related to an influx of horror-oh-my-god-you're-going-to-die movies that I have been watching. At all.