Exchanges between a space-case little brother (LB) and myself as I ask him what he wants for dinner (proof that he's a little boy):
Me: Would you like fresh bread or plain toast?
LB: Fresh toast, please.
Me: What would you like to eat?
LB: Buttered toast -toasted, please.
~Durth Sardonic
Thursday, April 22, 2010
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