Mom is under the stairs |
MOM NOOOOOO!!!! I mean, seriously Mom. No. You fumble around behind us all the time and hide under whatever respective staircase is closest and creep around whispering passive aggressive advice. So... thanks... No Mother, that was sarcasm. Go take your meds and a shower. |
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(Source: theabsurdpuddle)
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Ok Mom, fine. I’ll bite. How are you hiding under those. It’s stone.
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(sigh) Oh Mother. Yes, yes, like a bee.
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Yes Mom. Good for you.
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No Mother. You can’t go to prom with your grand daughter. Back in your room. Go.
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Mom, take the Invisibility Cloak off. We can hear you giggling.
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Mom, we can hear you under there. Don’t you think it’s time to eat something?
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Mom, we’re very happy for you. But can you stop dry humping the salesman?
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Mom, we’re at Tamia’s house now. Why must you follow us and continue to hide under the stairs?
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Mom, why do you hate Google Earth so? You can’t escape it underground.
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NO YOU. GOD! (stomps off in a huff)
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She hung out cuz she saw what looked like a ZILLION lines. But, sadly, was sorely disappointed upon actually sitting down at the mixing desk.
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“I’m so sorry Mr. Lugosi, I’m sure you get this all the time. But I’m a big fan.”
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Shhhh. I’m Mayor Douchebag. They had a vote. Don’t tell nobody. They too square to know.
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“Oh well.” Emily thought, “If you can’t tell a cannonball is behind you, then I can’t help you.”
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“Why won’t they notice??” Trent screamed in his head. “I’M EATING A MIC HERE.”
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Wyatt and Delaney were desperately hoping to find a sale on communication.
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“So… my fingers go… hmm…”
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Fluffers refused to relinquish control until there was a firm, believable promise to abandon reality tv on the whole. I mean, c’mon, it’s making you...
