Monday, December 6, 2010

The children are the bleak, bleak future.

Kid 1: What do you want for Christmas?
Kid 2: A German stripper!

Me: Is your sister here today?
Kid: No. She had some beer and didn't feel good today.
Me: You are telling me your sister drank beer last night and now is too sick to be at school today?
Kid: Yes.
Me: You know I don't believe you, right?
Kid: Here's what really happened. You know that ball she has?
Me: No.
Kid:Well, I accidentally threw it and hit her in the face. Her nose was bleeding.

Kid: I'm sad for you. You're never going to find love and never going to be happy.
Me: I think you are mistaking romance with fulfillment.
Kid: I know. That's why you're never going to be happy.

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