Paring Knife
Mom: Have you seen my paring knife?
Brother 1: Yes. It's in my car.
Mom: What's it doing there?
Brother 1: I was paring things in my car. I had a pair for lunch today.
Mom: Have you seen my paring knife?
Brother 1: Yes. It's in my car.
Mom: What's it doing there?
Brother 1: I was paring things in my car. I had a pair for lunch today.
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Mom: You spelled Khym wrong.
Me: No I didn't. That's how it's spelled in the emails I get from them.
Mom: I think that's the porn star spelling.
Me: Really?
Brother 1: At your wedding, can we have Uncle M and Aunt K's porn playing on a big projector screen during the reception?
Me: Don't you think that'll be weird? They're going to be there. And a large portion of the guests are related to them. It's be awkward.
Brother 1: Please?
Posted by Vanessa at 4:50 PM 0 comments
Brother 1: My right testicle never moves very much. The left one flops all around though.
Brother 2: Me too!!
Brother 1: We have matching balls!
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