Yes, the family returned to city life at 9 pm on Tuesday! The Matron beat her breast against that sultry city ground!
But last night, as the vacation's evening festivities were well underway, such a scenario (involving one of her older children, you guess) transpired, that she was forced to say this, to Merrick.
"I'm sorry. You have to be 12 years old to smoke a french fry cigarette."
That Matron! Twelve years old before you can see if french fries and pizza crusts are smokable. She's certain she's setting some standards.
8 comments:
Welcome back to Civvie!! Lization, that is.
French fry cigarette?
We just call it the smelly stuff at concerts. If it's actually french fries I fear for their cholesterol level.
That's awesome.
Welcome home - glad you survived!
It's good to go and better to return.
Seriously. You have to draw the line somewhere. Twelve sounds good to me.
I don't know. 12 is awfully young to start such a nasty habit. Plus, you might want to research the long-term effects of potatoes on the lungs.
You're so classy!
As long as they are not smoking mosquitos. Now that's some potent stuff.
You just crack me up...not sure that's a good thing - I don't really need any more cracks ;-)
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