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i hate elves

mom: "where were you yesterday?"
phil: "i was at the tiger's game. i told you that the other day that i wouldn't be around."
mom: "oh."

[3 minutes later]

mom: "so did you watch dancing yesterday?"
phil: "what? what are you talking about? at the tiger's game?"
mom: "dancing. on television."
phil: "i still don't know what you're referring to. also, i was at the tiger's game."
mom: "oh i forgot."
phil: "hold on i have a phone call."

[2 minutes later]

mom: "so there's this show every wednesday. i think this is called "dancing with the stars. and they have celebrities who..."

[phil turns off brain for a few minutes while mom continues to talk, turns back on momentarily]

mom: "... yeah and this one guy, a boxer, named elandor, or lavendor* ..."

[phil turns off brain again]


*evander holyfield

sidenote: my mom pays no mind about my interests otherwise she would know i rarely watch television, it's never what's prime time on any of the major channels, and i wouldn't ever give a flying fist fuck about dancing with the stars.

posted by fillshe @ 6:34 PM