I've spent my lifetime trying to figure out an appropriate response to things like this.
I haven't come up with anything yet.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
No One I Know Would Call At This Hour.
My dad called me at 7 o'clock this morning. It's Saturday. When I answered the phone with my groggy hello, he responded with the most affected Halloween accent ever, saying, "Good morning gouls and goblins! Wondering if you have a special brew... brewing... this fine Halloween morn!"
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2 comments:
I hate it when my dad tries to get drugs from me as well.
Seriously, get your own.
You should really start signing a name to these comments. Funny blog commentary is a terrible thing to waste.
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