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I want someone who’ll sit on a rooftop w/ me at 2am & tell me their favorite songs and their family problems, & how they think the earth was made.
(via awkwarddly)
I work at a swim school and we occasionally have birthday parties. I over hear a conversation one of the kids had with their mom
Hears conversation between a mom and daughter who is like 6.
Mom: Looking at news article on phone about Sam Smith**
Girl: Mommy why is Sam Smith kissing a boy?
Mom: it’s because he’s gay honey.
Girl: Mommy what does gay mean?
Mom: Like girls like boys, it’s when boys like boys.
Girl: Oh….well why can’t girls like girls?
Mom: They can they’re called lesbians.
Girl: lessions?
Mom: No, Les-Bee-Ens.
Girl: Oh Okay,….can I be lesbian?
Mom: Sure, only if you feel that way, why?
Girl: Cuz there’s this girl name katey and she’s really really pretty like prettier then Elsa.
Mom: PRETTIER THAN ELSA?!?!
Girl: Yeah, I want her to be my girlfriend.
Mom: Okay, wait…what about that other kid you liked, that boy named Jimmy.
Girl: I don’t like Jimmy anymore, I only said that cause I thought I didn’t have anymore options but boys.
Mom: *starts dying laughing*
Me *starts dying laughing*
Parenting done right.
“PRETTIER THAN ELSA??!”
you mean pecan is ………… not…………pronounced pee-can ……..
my cowboy spurs rattle ominously. the sun is high over my head and i tip my cowboy hat as i spit my shewing tobacco. banjo music plays in the background. in a southern drawl, just barely loud enough to hear, i whisper “no you fucking yankee its peh-con
the fuck is a pehcon
pehcon deez nuts
