Tuesday, November 25, 2008
When I Was Your Age...
A solution to that uncomfortable silence after Thanksgiving dinner where you and your relatives stare at each other.
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2 comments:
I don't know who I love more: the grandmother or the girl who is pretending to smile while thinking "hurry up and take the picture already!"
:)! She must've just listened to her grandmother tell some meandering, pointless, plotless, characterless, soulless story for forty-five minutes and is thinking "Screw you, NPR, and your terrible ideas."
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