Saturday night, my parents arrived in Arizona for an 8-day vacation. They were so excited to see me after 1 1/2 years that, upon landing, they called to say they would be spending the night at someone else's house and that we'd hook up later.
I did see them for a few hours yesterday but have no idea where they are today. They said they would try to get to my place later in the week.
I am SO not their favorite child.
Monday, January 23, 2006
"Mom, Dad; it's me, your son! Remember?"
Stumble it!
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Dude. That's weird. Your parents obviously are missing out!
Okay...the heading is one of the greatest lines in movie history. That one, paired with this from the same movie:
mom: "He's your son...Gary."
dad: "I don't know what the hell you're talking about and I want you to shut up!"
God the 80's rocked!!!
You must love your parents. The last place I want my mother is in my home for a visit.
She likes to use her born again, holier then though bullshit to decleanse my sinful home. She is such a cunt.
I would gladly buy my mom a one way ticket to AZ if you want another mom. Let me know ;).
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