When I was little and I wanted a new toy or a replacement for a toy I just set on fire, I would just go to my mom and start nagging. My method was to whine in a horrible tone until Sybil gave in and bought me the piece of crap I had to have. Part of the process consisted of Sybil going insane and screaming at the top of her lungs about how "She didn't steal for a living."
I think I was 13 when I responded with "Well based on a lot of stuff I've observed, I would say you kinda do."
No new Cobra Commander that day.
No comments:
Post a Comment