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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 ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
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.
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