Saterday Mornings
Dec. 23rd, 2006 09:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ickaimpAunt Debbie: Where's Jess?
Icka!: *shouts* I'M UPSTAIRS!! HIDING. CAUSE I'M A CHICKEN SHIT.
*children scream downstairs before being herded out the door*
Aunt Debbie: Tell me something I don't know!
Icka!: I'M MAKING MY BED, OKAY?
Aunt Debbie: Oh, my god. Are you feeling okay?
Icka!: Huh?
Aunt Debbie: Wes! There's something wrong with your daughter! Do you think she's been replaced?
Dad: That would explain a few things.
Icka!: I HATE YOU ALL. HATE YOU.
*Aunt Debbie chortles and wanders off to the shower.*
... yer almost thirty, ya try ta show a -little- maturity and suddenly everyone's a comedian. *snerks*
Icka!: *shouts* I'M UPSTAIRS!! HIDING. CAUSE I'M A CHICKEN SHIT.
*children scream downstairs before being herded out the door*
Aunt Debbie: Tell me something I don't know!
Icka!: I'M MAKING MY BED, OKAY?
Aunt Debbie: Oh, my god. Are you feeling okay?
Icka!: Huh?
Aunt Debbie: Wes! There's something wrong with your daughter! Do you think she's been replaced?
Dad: That would explain a few things.
Icka!: I HATE YOU ALL. HATE YOU.
*Aunt Debbie chortles and wanders off to the shower.*
... yer almost thirty, ya try ta show a -little- maturity and suddenly everyone's a comedian. *snerks*
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