Beef Jerkey
Brother 2: Beef jerky is God's poop.
Me: Really?
Brother 2: Why do you think it tastes so good?
Brother 2: Beef jerky is God's poop.
Me: Really?
Brother 2: Why do you think it tastes so good?
Posted by Vanessa at 1:28 PM 1 comments
Brother 2: What should I be when I grow up?
Cousin J: You should write dirty novels.
Brother 2: Ok.
Cousin J: Novels about the sex lives of old cartoon characters. Like Scooby Doo.
Posted by Vanessa at 9:02 PM 0 comments
Dad (singing): la la la la la la la la
serenade
serenade
serenade grenade
blows up in your ear
Posted by Vanessa at 6:51 PM 0 comments
Dad: We were going to name you Cootie.
Me: Really?
Dad: It was either Vanessa, Elizabeth, or Cootie.
Me: Why didn't you name me Cootie?
Dad: We played rock-paper-scissors and I lost, so Mom got to name you.
Posted by Vanessa at 9:20 PM 0 comments
Me: I got frost bite on my fingers today at work!
Mom: But did your fingers turn black and fall off?
Me: No..
Mom (totally serious): Mine did, in high school.
Me: You have all your fingers...
Mom: It grew back.
Dad: Like a chameleon tail.
Posted by Vanessa at 7:53 PM 0 comments
Dad: You'd think that they'd go up to Scandinavia or northern Canada or something, where it wasn't so much daylight. These vampires are stupid, living in Texas.
Posted by Vanessa at 2:31 PM 0 comments
Me: What did you get me for Valentine's Day?
Dad: A chocolate covered hamster on a stick.
Posted by Vanessa at 10:02 PM 0 comments
Me: I need to meet cute guys. Where do I do that?
Brother 1: Pottery Barn.
Posted by Vanessa at 1:36 PM 0 comments
Watching Zombie Honeymoon with my dad.
Dad: If a zombie tries to puke in your mouth, don't let it.
Posted by Vanessa at 9:15 PM 0 comments
Dad: You sweet fart blossom.
Me: Is that a compliment?
Dad: Maybe.
Posted by Vanessa at 5:24 PM 0 comments
Me: I just tried to call my brother, but he didn't answer his phone.
Dad: Which brother? Big brother?
Me: Yeah.
Dad: Number 1 Son?
Me: Brother number 1.
Dad: Mother Fucker.
Me: Or Rhinoceros.
Posted by Vanessa at 10:10 AM 0 comments
Me (on the phone): You should put my spaghetti in the microwave so it's ready when I get home.
Brother 2: Nope.
Me: You would do it if you were a nice brother.
Brother 2: I'm not your brother.
Posted by Vanessa at 8:04 PM 0 comments
Brother 2 woke me up at 6 AM.
Brother 2: Want to come out to breakfast with us?
Me: It's 6 in the morning.
Brother 2: We're hungry.
Me: Have you gone to bed yet?
Brother 2: Nope.
Posted by Vanessa at 1:56 PM 0 comments