Balls
I run a football pool. My brother was calling in his picks.
Brother 1: 16.... on.... Miami.
Me: Whoa... That's an intense pick.
Brother 1: Balls to the walls. That's what that is.
I run a football pool. My brother was calling in his picks.
Brother 1: 16.... on.... Miami.
Me: Whoa... That's an intense pick.
Brother 1: Balls to the walls. That's what that is.
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Me: Have you thought of a name for your monkey yet?
Cousin J: Nah, it's got to be something angry and German though.
Me: Heinrich?
Cousin J: That's a possibility.
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Brother 1: Quack.
Me: You sound like a duck.
Brother 1: You sound like a duck. A duck with AIDS.
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Dad: This is going to be the first annual naked Thanksgiving! What do you think?
Mom: Scary.
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Me: Are you going to teach your monkey sign language?
Cousin J: Yep, he's going to know sign language, and he's going to be an amazing harp player.
Posted by Vanessa at 6:30 PM 0 comments
Cousin J: I've decided to buy my chimpanzee at the same time I have my first child. Then I'll be able to get some time off of work to train it.
Me: You're getting a monkey?
Cousin J: Yeah.
Posted by Vanessa at 10:29 PM 0 comments
Dad: I think I want peanut butter on toast.
Me: But you're eating an ice cream sandwich.
Dad: Yeah, afterwards, for dessert.
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Brother 1: I think every NFL team should end in Bay.
Me: Like Cleveland Bay, or Baltimore Bay.
Brother 1: Yeah!
Me: Would Green Bay become Green Bay Bay?
Brother 1: Yes, but you have to say it fast, like a rap song. Green Baybay.
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Brother 2: Can I punch you really hard?
Me: No.
Brother 2: Pleeeeeaaaasssssseeee????
Me: No.
Brother 2: But I really want to.
Posted by Vanessa at 7:10 PM 0 comments
Mom thinks my turtle is causing my migraines. I highly doubt that. Yesterday I walked into my room and my turtle was gone.
Me: Where's Carmine??
Mom: Oh. He died.
Me: What??
Mom: Yeah, he's dead.
Me: Really?!?
Mom: No, I put him in Brother 1's room.
Posted by Vanessa at 9:05 PM 0 comments
We're watching Private Practice.
Dad: Carol Stream! That's what I'm going to call her!
Me: Who?
Dad: Addison! Carol Stream is right next to Addison. Or Berwyn!! That has a nice ring to it, it's a few towns over from Addison.
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