This was Moma's conversation with her imaginary friends last night after she turned in.
Moma: Turn on some heat! What do you mean why do I want it on? I'm cold.
Don't just stand there! Turn it on! Get over there and turn on some heat! HEAT HEAT HEAT!!!!! That's it! Turn it on. Don't just stand there, like a dummy. Turn it on! Well, if you don't want to get warm, take your ass out in the yard!
No comments:
Post a Comment