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:
Those silent but deadly ones will either start a fight or clear a room, one or the other. LOL
Too funny! Going to hell in a hand basket (what ever that means! ) see ya there!
Good one, Little Guy.
If it does, see you there!
Demented family times here last night & this morning – birthday celebrations… ;)
So who farted?
Nice comeback!
Hahaha! Well played, Little Guy!
:)
"Cheaper Than Therapy" has been included in this weeks A Sunday Drive. I hope this helps to attract even more new visitors to here.
http://asthecrackerheadcrumbles.blogspot.com/2012/05/sunday-drive.html
If you do, everyone will and I'll meet you there. xoxo
p.s. who was the one who...?
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
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