Driving home last night I hear from the backseat, "Mama, there's a bug on me."
Me: "OK, well, just flick him off."
Caleb: "OK"
A few minutes later.
Caleb: "He's stuck on my tongue."
Me: "Well, spit him out! What's the bug doing on your tongue?"
Josiah, "Mama, you told him to lick the bug off."
All I could do was laugh!!
DEATH
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We cater to death's appetite
We seek ways to satisfy death:
Hang them; shoot them;
Gas them; blow 'em up.
Throw them from a tenth floor
window to see t...
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