Monday, February 9, 2009
I am the Meanest. Person. Ever.
And my son will never let me forget it.
When I got home from work tonight, A wasn't feeling well - and I didn't feel like cooking. So we popped over to Boston Market for some comfort food. As we pulled into the parking lot, A started to giggle.
"What?" I asked.
"I'll never forget the last time we were here!" he said.
"Huh?"
He laughed even harder. "YOU remember. The woman...?"
Then I remembered.
She was large. And not just large, but like....Large Marge. And she didn't just have camel toe going on. You could hear the camel screaming in agony from a mile away. Her pants looked as if they could 'splode at any second.
Me - "Wow. She's like The Grinch."
A - "Huh?"
Me - "Her pants. They're two sizes...."
*hysterical laughter*
Me - "You think if we gave her some roast beast, it would take care of the problem?"
A - "I think she already tried that. And, well.....FAIL."
*more laughter*
Me - "I am so burning in hell."
A - "I'll send you care packages of roast beast."
When I got home from work tonight, A wasn't feeling well - and I didn't feel like cooking. So we popped over to Boston Market for some comfort food. As we pulled into the parking lot, A started to giggle.
"What?" I asked.
"I'll never forget the last time we were here!" he said.
"Huh?"
He laughed even harder. "YOU remember. The woman...?"
Then I remembered.
She was large. And not just large, but like....Large Marge. And she didn't just have camel toe going on. You could hear the camel screaming in agony from a mile away. Her pants looked as if they could 'splode at any second.
Me - "Wow. She's like The Grinch."
A - "Huh?"
Me - "Her pants. They're two sizes...."
*hysterical laughter*
Me - "You think if we gave her some roast beast, it would take care of the problem?"
A - "I think she already tried that. And, well.....FAIL."
*more laughter*
Me - "I am so burning in hell."
A - "I'll send you care packages of roast beast."
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