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In Case You Wonder Where I Get It From...
Dad: Hey! You! Clean the catbox, it smells like urine.
Me: But I thought you liked the smell of urine. The stench adds to the general ambiance of 'squallor and pestilence'.
Dad: I can't wait 'till I'm old so I can soil my adult diapers with feces and urine so a hot nurse will come in and change my diaper, giving me a little bit of morning wood.
Me: Dad, when you're that old, you won't even be able to get morning wood.
Dad: (blinks) ...What? Susan, where the hell does she learn this shit?
Me: I learned it from watching you!
"Would you eat a rectal thermometer?...I would. Ah, mercury, sweetest of the transition metals." -Sealab 2021
"Idle hands spend time at the genitals,and you know how much God hates that." -Brak
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