Thursday, January 28, 2010

My mother: How's the roast, guys?

My brother: This is disgusting. It's so burnt i cant even tell what it is.

My mother: Well maybe you'd like to come home from a stressful day at work and cook dinner for us instead

My brother: Don't change the subject. This tastes like ass

My mother: How do you even know what ass tastes like?

My brother: I've eaten your cooking.

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