Funny Conversations With The Boy from Texas
The Boy from Texas (while looking at the cans in his pantry): Whoa, this one expired in 2011. Wait, this one is 2006!
Me: That's ridiculous.
The Boy from Texas: They've moved with me from a lot of different houses. *Closes pantry.*
Me: Why did you close that without throwing them away?
The Boy from Texas: I bet if we were in a war someone would eat them.
Me: Have you ever picked up a hitchhiker?
TBFT: Heck no. Why?
Me: Oh some people that Jennifer works with do that and I was wondering if this was common and I just didn't know. I kinda want to add it to my bucket list.
*Phone rings*
Me: Hello.
TBFT: Do NOT pick up a hitchhiker. Are you listening to me? Do not. Scratch that idea off the list right now.
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*The Boy from Texas and Little Brother get yelled at by my father and told to put the guns away after an incident at Thanksgiving....*
Me (to my sister in law): That's your husband.
Sister in law: You brought the other one.
TBFT: (on the ski lift) My boots are not comfortable, my neck is cold, I had to wait in line, and stupid people keep getting in my way.
Me: Okay, how about you tell me something positive today, what is something good?
TBFT: I get to ski. Oh, and I almost sh** my pants, but I didn't. (I presume he was having a hard time getting to the bathroom due to climbing stairs in his boots and taking off three layers of ski clothes, but I didn't ask questions.)
Me: Well, there ya go. It's a good day.
*On Freemont Street in Las Vegas.*
TBFT: Honey, look, show girls! Here, take my picture.
Me: Is this really happening?
*Said show girls hike their legs over their head and he gets a big grin on his face.*
TBFT: Well I didn't know they were gonna do that! *little giggle* We better put this on Facebook.
3 comments:
Mission accomplished - I literally laughed out loud at each of these! And I'm really impressed that you remember them all to write them down! It was great to finally meet TBFT!
Haha! Too funny. I think my favorite is the ski one.
-College Roomie
I have a strange feeling that the boy from Texas and the one that lives in my house will get along just fine if they ever meet.
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