Wolverines are capable of bringing down deer or caribou. fuck you deer. fuck you bou.
mom: "there's those chicken fingers i bought yesterday in that pot."
phil: "okay."
dad: "PHIL DID YOU HEAR THAT? THERE'S CHICKEN FINGERS!"
[stupid grin on dad's face waiting for my reaction that never comes]
phil: "yes, I heard. I was standing inbetween you and mom. I heard."
dad: "you don't think i'm funny do you."
phil: "no. especially not right now."
mom: "well can you eat a few of them?"
phil: "yeah do we have any sauces?"
[phil opens up the fridge, scans up and down for 40 seconds]
phil: "mom, do we have any sauce for these tenders?"
mom: "why do you want sauce? for the chicken tenders? yeah we have tartar sauce."
phil: "oh nice, how about some normal sauces. what about bbq, ranch, honey mustard, ketchup, anything?"
mom: "we might have some arby's horsey sauce too. i think we have a lot of those packets."
phil: "oooookaaaaaaaay. i guess i'm going to use this one hot sauce packet i found in the corner. i wonder how old it is. hopefully, i won't die."
mom: "yeah we'll see."
posted by fillshe @ 6:07 PM
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