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