2012-03-12

Stuff You Can't Make Up

Dad: "Any messages?"

Me: "Nope."

Dad: "Phone calls?"

Me: "Nope. Just blessed silence."

Dad: "What?"

Me: "Blessed silence."

Dad: "Blessed what?"

Me: "SILENCE!"

Dad: "Don't you tell me to shut up!"

You can't make up shit like this, I tell you.
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"And if we have unearned luck, now to scape the serpent's tongue, we will make amends ere long. Else the Puck a liar call ..."

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