I was at the supermarket today.
This is the conversation of the couple ahead of me in the checkout line:
SHE: This package says it serves eight.
HE: My mother is coming over.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
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1 comment:
That's hilarious, but mainly because I can relate. My mom and I have the same conversatino but about my brother. He and his girlfriend usually count as 4 or 5 depending on the food.
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