Sunday, January 18, 2009

riding bikes, drinking beer, and kicking pigeons.

I called my mother this afternoon. She passed off the call to my father. My father asked me what I have been doing w/my free time. I told him that I kill time by riding bikes, drinking beer, and kicking pigeons.

This is how my father replied: "Don't expect me to bail you out of jail for kicking pigeons."

I said: "I won't. I'll ask grandpa."

I honestly believe that my father thinks I've been kicking pigeons.

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