Searching in the attic, I stumbled across some of these gems, hastily written down by my mum on bits of paper.
Either I was a really funny child, or just a bit of a nob.
"I don't want to go to England, they hide drugs in the vinegar... in the chip shop."
This is funnier without context, so I'm not giving any.
"There's a boy in my class who's a bit dumb, and I've just seen his mum and she looks a bit naff."
Tactful.
'Lewis shouted up the stairs to me saying, "Mum, when do I get my period?" I told him that boys don't get periods and he said, "But a period is just a tantrum and boys can have them. I've heard dad saying to you that it must nearly be period time when you're in a bad mood, so boys can have them too." '
I'm still waiting for my period.
Apparently, a friend and I were in my mum's car, and he started waving to his sister outside. I started waving too. He told me off, saying "Why are you waving, she's not your sister." And I replied, "Why are you waving, it's not your window."
OWNED.
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