Ginger (in the kitchen doing dishes): I'm cleaning this quetzacoatlus.
Joey (on the computer working): You gotta clean those quetzacoatluses.
Me (from my room): No one likes a dirty quetzacoatlus.
Joey: Right. Show me *one* person who does.
Me: (pause) I can't.
Joey: Know why?
Me: Why?
Joey: Cause there aren't any.
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