Joe: What's up, what're you doing?
Alicia: Sitting here on the deck reading in the sunshine. It's nice out here.
Joe: Who are you sh#ttin? What, your Raynaud's ain't kickin in?
Alicia: No, it's actually kind of warm in the sun, I just took my sweatshirt off, only wearing a t-shirt.
Joe: Aww, b#llshit, like you're Wonderwoman or something.
Alicia: It's not bad, have you been out?
Joe: I been out about 3 times to the mailbox dealing with this MetLife stuff. Yeah, who are you kidding, like you're the Lois Lane of your street. You're the biggest wuss of Buckley Rd.
Alicia: Haaaa.
wrapping it up:
Alicia: You need to get outside, quit being such a sissy.
Joe: Yeah right.
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The unique Joe. A picture of him & his clock that was as loud as a train & runs backwards.
Joe
The unique Joe. A picture of him & his clock that was as loud as a train & runs backwards.
My dad, Joe
I love my dad to pieces. I think he's hilarious. I write down things he says. I haven't told him I write this because I don't want to taint the results.
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