Somehow, my dad was saying to my mom she should use the downstairs bathroom, and she pointed out that he had just used it, and then he said it was fine.
"[my dad's first name]!", my mom was like, "It's the middle of summer, it smells like an I-95 rest stop!"
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
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