February 22, 2008...1:38 am

It’s your daughter

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A phone call to my Dad’s house:

My grandmother: Hello?

Me: Hi Nonny! Whatcha doing?

My grandmother: I’m about to go cook steak on the George Forman Grill.

Me: Are you allowed to do that? Where’s Dad?

My grandmother: Asleep. I’ll go get him.

(goes and gets him)

Dad: Hello?

Me: Yo, you realize she’s about to use the grill?

Dad: No, I didn’t. Ma, don’t use the grill.

Me: Nice save.

Dad: Right…who is this?

 

Really? REALLY?

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