(no subject)

[saltydog]

it seems impossible to get any kind of straight answer from my dad.

"what kind of rototiller is it, the one you push, or the one that drags behind the tractor?"
"well... neither."
"... kay... so... how does it work then?"
"well it goes by itself"
"that doesn't make any sense"
"well it just kind of goes along and you walk behind it"
"okay... so its the one you push.."
"well it goes by itself..."
"........"

+++++++++++++

"where are we putting my bedframe?"
"in the other room"
"there are several 'other rooms' in this house"
"the one across the hall"
".... there's also several other rooms across the hall"
"THE SPARE BEDROOM! GEEZ!"
"ASDFJHASLDKFJALSKDJf D<"



NYAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGH

Comments

[robrobbinks.livejournal.com]

This weekend, I was sitting on the deck with my dad, and all my cousins...my dad said, "robert, go down there and get the thing so i can do this thing your mother wants". All of my cousins were dumbfounded when i went downstairs, to his grill and returned with his spatula.

this scary image is your future, Little Wing!