Sunday, January 29, 2012

No post on Sunday.

I have brother named Jack. He is fourteen.
We are very much alike.

Becky: You didn't refill the ice!

Jack: I didn't use the last of it.

Becky: Well I am making a special batch of Becky only ice, now. So you better not eat any.

Jack: What if I eat some?

Becky: Well, it's poisoned and only I have the antidote.

Jack: I'll just use a bezoar.

Becky: You think if you shove a bezoar down your throat, you can survive my ice cubes?

Jack: Yep.

Becky: Do you have any bezoars on hand?

Jack: Oh, no. I used the last of mine on the flu. But now I'm fine!

Becky: Bezoars work on the flu?

Jack: We only thought it was the flu. It was actually a slow working poison. If I hadn't shoved the beazor down my throat, I would be dead.

Becky: Well, it's miraculous that you're alive.

Jack: Yeah it is.

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1 comment:

MARCIE said...

Isn't it nice to have someone who totally gets you?