Our convo when he called me and I was drinking Eli: Hey, can I come stay at your house? Mom is being mean. Me: NO! Eli: Why? Me: Because I said no. Eli: Are you drunk? Me: No, I don't drink. Eli: I can smell the alcohol through the phone. Me: Shut up, Eli. Eli: Mom is drunk off two glasses of wine and you are drunk off God knows what. I will pray that you two grow up and start acting like adults. Me: *laughing* Eli: *click*
Or you could be honest like Eli told you to be, and say that your feet - and you - like the dirt. The muddy, murky, stagnant dirt.
Damn those feet and their dirty tricks >.> I try to tell them behave and not go prancing around commando but they don't listen.