Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Me mum: source of wit and merriment. Last night I visited my parents' house and as I walked up the front steps, I noticed my mum sitting in a chair on the verandah as though whittlin' or something. This struck me as weird because she has never been known to do this.

"Why are you hanging out the front?" I asked.
She eyed my cleavage and replied, "Why are you hanging out the front?"

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