September 2011
Potstickers
Mom: Don't cook those! They make the entire house smell like feet! Dirty feet!
Me: Do not!
Mom: Whatever. Yes they do.
~Five minutes later~
Me: Mom, your tuna stinks!
Mom: At least it smells like fish and not dirty feet.
Me: It smells like...it smells disgusting.
Mom: Not to the dog! He wants some!
Me: Mom, he's a dog. He wants my potstickers too, remember?
Mom: You have a point...
~Fifteen minutes later~
Mom: HOLY SHIT IT SMELLS LIKE FUCKING DIRTY FEET UP HERE.
Me: Your welcome, tuna breath!
Mom: Fuck you!
Me: Love you too mom~!
...I would be too, honey.
liebe-in-berlin:
I’m pretty sure I’d be that one person at an anime convention going, “OH SHIT THAT PERSON IS WEARING THE SAME THING AS ME!!”
