Teenagers are impossible. I have a long talk with mine and he just flies off. And all I said to him was . . .
Sorry, can’t stop and talk. I’m off to a hot date with a snowy, and bird is she cute.
“Hey Stretch, how’s the weather up there?” “Beat it shorty.”
Sure we were once a couple, but I thought we were on a break!
Wait. So this is Labor Day? Does that mean we have to go out and get a job?
Don’t you love it when we can duck out of work early?
They say old married couples begin to look like each other, Ethel, but I don’t buy it.
So he tells me the relationship isn’t going anywhere, I’m just too common for him. Dumb crow.
“What we’ve got here is failure to communicate.”
And then he said, do you want to go dutch? He’s a real one and done.