“How about that girl?”
“I’d rather date a sock monkey.”
“huh? a salt monkey?"
“no, no I said sock monkey heh” *mental image of a monkey statue made out of salt*
“Ohhh I sorta imagined monkeys holding assault rifles.” (Thought he’d heard assault monkeys.)
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*nodding off to sleep* *sees a truck full of pigs pass by*
I want to be a butcher.
*stares at her* “say wha? you want to be a butcher?”
“noooo I want to take a picture!”
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