August 24, 2009

  • Chew On This, America.
    Om nom nom nom.

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    I spy a Bon Bon.


    Why I'm never watching football with my mother again.
    Sure there's questions. Then there's questions from the mother.

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    "Don't forget to wear your helmet!", "Did you wash your jock strap?", "Straighten out your belt!"
    Typical lines of a sideline mother.

    The following quotes take place at the dinner table.

    Her: So who's playing?
    Me: The Bills.
    Her: The Bulls?
    Me: No, Buffalo Bills.
    Her: Chicago Bulls! I know them.
    Me: That's basketball...
    Her: Oh.

    Her: Why do they have to sing the national anthem all the time? Can they skip it? Why are they so serious?

    Her: Do they make a lot of home runs?
    /I slowly turn my head to her
    Her: Stop laughing. I don't think it's funny!

    Her: How can they run around with their pants so tight?

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    /Headdesk in 3...2...1....

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