Saturday, April 28, 2012

Dementia---er I Mean Demented

A long time ago, I wrote about how Big Kid used to needle the crap out of Little Guy, and the end result was sometimes a smackdown of epic proportions.

Well I have to say (somewhat proudly) that Little Guy has finally learned how to use his words.

A few days ago, Big Kid and Kitty were visiting. SOMEBODY (whistling, eyes averted) let out a silent but deadly fart that would curl your hair.

The stench hit everybody at once.

Big Kid: Holy shit! Who did that? Little Guy, was that you?

Little Guy: No, that was YOU!

Big Kid: I'd know if something that nasty flew out of my butt!

Little Guy: No you wouldn't. You have brain damage. You can't remember what you had for breakfast!

I can't stop laughing. This family is demented. Does that mean I'm going to hell?

11 comments:

Webster said...

Those silent but deadly ones will either start a fight or clear a room, one or the other. LOL

Formerly known as Frau said...

Too funny! Going to hell in a hand basket (what ever that means! ) see ya there!

Jeanie said...

Good one, Little Guy.

Beth said...

If it does, see you there!
Demented family times here last night & this morning – birthday celebrations… ;)

Ami said...

So who farted?

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

Nice comeback!

Rootietoot said...

Hahaha! Well played, Little Guy!

Kim Ayres said...

:)

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Valerie Marie said...

If you do, everyone will and I'll meet you there. xoxo
p.s. who was the one who...?

Chris H said...

OMG that sounds just like a normal conversation in this mad house! And no one here is actally brain damaged... this is a worry! lol