gtadroptop
You can't make this stuff up
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Mrs. Smith was upstairs folding laundry while her son was playing outside. Suddenly she hears the front door being thrown open.
"Mom!!!", yells her son.
"Billy, how many times have I told you to stop yelling across the house? Now walk up here and tell me what you want!"
"But Mom...!!", yells her son.
"Billy, I told you not to yell. Now walk up here and tell me what you want!", she replied.
"Well, okay", said Billy.
Billy walks across the living room carpet, climbs the steps, walks down the upstairs hallway and goes into the room where his mother is waiting.
"Okay, Billy", she says, "now you can tell me what you want.
"I stepped in a pile of dog shit. Where's the hose?"
"Mom!!!", yells her son.
"Billy, how many times have I told you to stop yelling across the house? Now walk up here and tell me what you want!"
"But Mom...!!", yells her son.
"Billy, I told you not to yell. Now walk up here and tell me what you want!", she replied.
"Well, okay", said Billy.
Billy walks across the living room carpet, climbs the steps, walks down the upstairs hallway and goes into the room where his mother is waiting.
"Okay, Billy", she says, "now you can tell me what you want.
"I stepped in a pile of dog shit. Where's the hose?"