You know I told him he'll do anything to get famous. It was Dick Cheney, and you know one of his daughters-in-law had the first baby of the year. They put her on the front page of the newspaper. And then there was the time with the deer. The two deer that just came crashing through the plate-glass window. They weren't just babies, they were big deer. Well, one of them was a baby. Can you imagine just sitting there eating, these deer come crashing through, running all around and terrorizing the customers. They caught the baby! I said Steve, now you're a pretty big guy, but that's a wild animal. It's injured, and it could be violent. I said what you needed is one of your guns. Then we could all have had venison for breakfast the next day.
*laughs wildly*
5 comments:
Your mother's every word should go straight to Twitter.
Twitter could not "deal with it"
Now that's some prose poem right there. Surreal.
Wow. The natural conclusion was venison for breakfast. Of course, right?
Wow.
Ivy, she is a literary diamond in the rough
beth -- I fear she might be a Maniac
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