I bet she only buys Converse.
19-year-old son stumbles in and flops onto the toilet
Toilet Wall: Code Red, everyone. Code Red!
Mirror Wall: He just stuffed a Chipotle bag in the trash. We’re in this for the long haul, boys.
Son: Ugh, leave me alone! I need to concentrate.
Picture Wall: Then don’t start playing Tiny Wings this time. Last time you were here for half an hour.
Mirror Wall: We nearly died of suffocation.
Son: This is my bathroom and I’ll take however long I want.
Toilet Wall: At least give us a courtesy flush.
Son: Just give me a little privacy.
Picture Wall: I have an idea. Have your dad build an outhouse in the backyard. Win-win.
Son: It’s the middle of the winter. I’d freeze to death.
Mirror Wall: Better than suffocating to death.
Son: Look, no one’s enjoying this. But the sooner you quit bugging me the faster I’ll be.
Toilet Wall: He has us cornered. Radio silence, fellas.
2 minutes later
Picture Wall: The smell. It’s… it’s seeping into my drywall. [Keep Reading]
It’s like a one-sided conversation with a one-sided conversation.
“My deaf girlfriend was talking in her sleep last night………..She nearly took my fucking eye out.”
Pool Safety Rules for Other Places [Click to continue reading]
Some of the best conversations are left unsaid.
Don’t worry, he’s not talking to you, he’s just crazy.
Struggling to come up with some new ideas, the CollegeHumor gang not only spitballs, but “dirtballs,” “powerballs” and “Cinderella balls.”
There are no bad ideas, just weird ones.
If he didn’t want to get experimented on he shouldn’t have started talking.