1 month ago
Saturday, October 4, 2008
I figure I'm on a roll here with the Boodha posts so here a goody.
My Mom, Boodha and I had just finished some kind of project or going to the library, or the park, hell I don't really remember I was young. Boodha was lying to my Mom about something and for some reason I think it had to do with food.
We all love food, especially bread, hot doughy slathered in butter... Wait where was I...
He was lying and I told my Mom what he was doing, young tattle tale that I was. She didn't believe me and I continued to insist for what was probably an hour in kid time, she turned to me and calmly said,
"Your brother is retarded, he doesn't know how to lie."
My retort:
"Mom, he's retarded not stupid."
That's right everybody, calling like I see from a young age.
My Mom, Boodha and I had just finished some kind of project or going to the library, or the park, hell I don't really remember I was young. Boodha was lying to my Mom about something and for some reason I think it had to do with food.
We all love food, especially bread, hot doughy slathered in butter... Wait where was I...
He was lying and I told my Mom what he was doing, young tattle tale that I was. She didn't believe me and I continued to insist for what was probably an hour in kid time, she turned to me and calmly said,
"Your brother is retarded, he doesn't know how to lie."
My retort:
"Mom, he's retarded not stupid."
That's right everybody, calling like I see from a young age.
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