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Maturity...
Jul. 6th, 2002 05:55 pm
Me: Daddy. If you love me, you'll make me dinner.
Dad: Good thing I don't love you.
I then proceeded to do the mature thing and stick my tongue out at him and call him a poopyhead. He stuck his tongue back out at me and called me Queen Poopyhead. I called him Lord of the Poopyheads.
It went back and forth like that for awhile. Long story short. I have no dinner and my dad is the Grand Exalted Poopyhead.
Will be leaving shortly to head to Virginia. I need to eat, get gas for the car, wash said car, check air in the tires of said car, get coffee, get Jameson, and go. So...anyone got any food?
I'm so huuuuuungry.
[sniffs]
[looks pathetic]
Dad: Good thing I don't love you.
I then proceeded to do the mature thing and stick my tongue out at him and call him a poopyhead. He stuck his tongue back out at me and called me Queen Poopyhead. I called him Lord of the Poopyheads.
It went back and forth like that for awhile. Long story short. I have no dinner and my dad is the Grand Exalted Poopyhead.
Will be leaving shortly to head to Virginia. I need to eat, get gas for the car, wash said car, check air in the tires of said car, get coffee, get Jameson, and go. So...anyone got any food?
I'm so huuuuuungry.
[sniffs]
[looks pathetic]