rebness | Mum o' D00m

Was so bad last night. After two weeks of eating healthily, I just had to have some beer. (That was all right; it was Michelob.) And then I had some Creme Catalane (oh, so lovely, as would jaffacakequeen would agree... um... mixed with Bailey's.

SO.

I had a couple of crazy conversations with my mum last night as well. That woman drives me nuts!

Mum: Here, try these false nails on.

Becky: NO. They stick to my nails and nearly pull them off and it reminds me of when my thumb got smashed and the nail hung off. Remember that?

Mum: Yep. Try it.

Becky: NO.

Mum: Try it!

Becky: NO!

Mum: You're so mean. If my mum were here, I'd let her put false nails on me.

Becky: If nan were here, I'd run, because she'd be a zombie.

Mum: No, she wouldn't.

Becky: Yes she would! Resurrected corpses are zombies. They eat brains, and stuff.

Mum: Well, Christ was resurrected. Does that make Jesus Zombie Jesus?

Becky: You're going straight to Hell, woman! WITH ZOMBIES.

Mum: Jesus wouldn't be in Hell!

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Mum: Hey, you didn't e-mail Helen over that apartment in Greece!

Becky: I TOLD YOU TO REMIND ME WHEN I WAS ONLINE *headdesk*

Mum: You should have reminded me to remind you, idiot.

Becky: Whatever, flesh bag.

Mum: Flash bag?

Becky: Flesh bag.

Mum: Frash bag?

Becky: GRAAUGH. Leave me alone. Becky go to sleep now.

Mum: All right, all right. I'll leave you alone if you just tell me what you said.

Becky: Flesh bag. F-L-E-S-H B-A-G

Mum: Ewww! Becky! Don't say that. That's horrible. Oh my God, that's just evil. Flesh bag? It makes me think of my flesh rotting.

Becky: Ehehehehhee.

Mum: Shut up, Frash bag.

Becky: o.O

Crazy woman. Now you know where I get it from.

Mum o' D00m

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