Songwriters
Brother 2 (singing): I love pizza
I like bagels
I like hotdogs with ketchup and cheese
I'm so hungry I could eat a baby
But I think I'll have a bagel instead
Brother 2 (singing): I love pizza
I like bagels
I like hotdogs with ketchup and cheese
I'm so hungry I could eat a baby
But I think I'll have a bagel instead
Posted by Vanessa at 10:26 AM 0 comments
I didn't think this song existed. Dad sings it all the time. Here are the lyrics so you can sing along.
MacArthurs park is melting in the dark
All the sweet green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain.
I dont think that I can take it
Cause it took so long to bake it
And Ill never have that recipe again!
Oh, no-o-o-o!
Posted by Vanessa at 9:29 PM 2 comments
Brother 2: I wish I had a boyfriend who would take me out to dinner all the time.
Posted by Vanessa at 12:34 PM 3 comments
Dad: I'm going to chew up this piece of bread, and spit it at your head. It will explode into a million pieces.
Me: Your spit is like TNT.
Posted by Vanessa at 1:44 PM 0 comments
Brother 1 (on the phone): Hello?
Me: Are you sleeping?
Brother 1: Yeah.
Me: Why do I always call you when you're sleeping?
Brother 1: 'Cause you're a dumbass.
Posted by Vanessa at 1:43 PM 0 comments
Brother 1: Does your boyfriend really drive a blue Prius?
Me: Yeah.
Brother 1: I'm going to have to slash his tires to counter the money he's saving on gas.
Me: Ok. Remember that he's 4 inches taller than you and has huge arm muscles though.
Posted by Vanessa at 11:30 AM 0 comments
Dad: I tore ass in my Torus
Driving down the street
I tore ass in my Torus
Better than walking on my feet
Posted by Vanessa at 11:40 AM 0 comments
Brother 1 calls Cousin 8 and leaves him a voice mail.
Cousin 8 sends text back: "What do you want?"
Brother 1: "Check your voice mail!"
Cousin 8 is deaf.
Posted by Vanessa at 12:55 PM 0 comments
Brother 1: After I shower I tuck my balls back and dance in the mirror.
Me: Why?
Brother 1: It's funny.
Posted by Vanessa at 12:57 PM 0 comments
Brother 1 to my boyfriend: How did you end up with her? You're way too good for her, I think you could do better.
Brother 2: Yeah, I agree.
Posted by Vanessa at 4:21 PM 1 comments
Brother 1 doesn't know where anything in our new rental house goes.
Brother 1: Where does that salt and pepper go? Here? Here? What about here?
Brother 1 opens a bunch of cabinets and then throws the salt and pepper shakers on the floor.
Posted by Vanessa at 3:41 PM 0 comments
Brother 1: I'm naming my first born child Hydrogenated Soda.
Posted by Vanessa at 4:20 PM 0 comments