A conversation between myself and my dad resulted in this:
Concerning making jokes about crack...
Dad: yup...i used one yesterday...the smoke alarm went off, and I checked the basement where Jacob (my step-brother) and Sam were still sleeping...reported back to Connie (my step mom) ..."it's just the boys and their crack pipes"
No wonder people think I'm strange. ;)
Friday, June 02, 2006
This is why I'm so weird...
Posted by WhitDizzle at 2:13 PM
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your dad is the coolest, remember when he left his cell phone charging in that little white car and we were going to go somewhere and to start the car he had to open the door and push it down that steep ass driveway? you said you wanted white lilies and bagpipes at your funeral.
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