Saturday, November 8, 2014

that's what he said . #9

*We interrupt this lack of blogging for some comic relief:*

Larry: We had our first frost last night.
Me: "When the frost is on the pumpkin..." How does it go?
Larry: Your daddy's a bumpkin?

(Poetry fail!)

Me: Which smells worse - dog food breath or beer breath?
Larry: What about farts?

(These boys are trying to kill me!)