I have nothing of worth to give you. Read this conversation while I throw up.
(Watching There Will Be Blood)
Dad: That kid is crazy! Maybe if his dad wasn't constantly making him drink whiskey he'd be normal!
Me: You can give kids whiskey.
Dad: ...No, you can't. That's bad for them. It makes them retarded.
Me. I mean, just a little. Just to make them quiet.
Dad: No, you can't!
Me: ...Uh oh.
So I'm back from puking now. I think three nights in a row of going to bed at 4am after revelry has gotten to me. God, I wish I were dead. I will tell you something later.
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