February 07, 2007
Zingers
As I've stated before, the people around me are often much funnier than I am.
The Scene: Billi's kitchen.
The Players: Wenchie, Brad and The Girl Child.
Girl Child: (making Valentines with Auntie) How do you spell Nana?
Brad: O - L - D.
Wenchie: Zing!
The Scene: Thursday dinner.
The Players: Wenchie, Mom, Dad, K, G, Husband.
K: I'm gonna be buried in my tiara.
Mom: Ooh! Can I be buried next to you? Then we can talk!
G: I wanna be stuffed and sat on the couch. You can decorate me for Christmas!
Husband: I'm gonna donate my body to science so they can use all my organs.
Dad: Not me! I'm gonna use up all my organs before I die.
Mom: Well, we already know your liver is gone.
Wenchie: Zing!