So a while ago, my mother was asking me what flavor jelly I wanted. "Lychee or Bitch?" She said.
=.= : my face.
"Mom, wth is bitch flavor?"
"Beetch, like the froot."
"....." *looks at label* "Mom, thats peach."
"Your brother said beetch."
"And you trusted HIM?"
There's a point to this story. Really. Continue.
So in the weekend we were hanging (yes, my family and me) at the shops and I wanted to go to splash in the sea. (ok, sounds retarded, but is actually very entertaining. you run up when the tide goes and try to get as far as you can before it comes back and you get wet.)
"Daddd, can we go to the beach?"
And brother?
"Nah, why go to the beach if we have one here?"
Again, =.= : my expression before I attempted to strangle him/
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