So this ten year old kid named Vincent is in the shop the other day.
He's biting his fingernails.
Here is our conversation:
ME: "What are you doing!!?"
VINCENT: "Nothing."
ME: "I just saw you biting your fingernails!"
VINCENT: "So?"
ME: "And you were spitting them out on my floor!!"
VINCENT: "So...it was just one one fingernail. It would take like a million years of me biting my nails to fill up the place."
3 comments:
::bites nails...spits bits out on blog floor::
Whattya gonna do about it?
File Me Do
I Want to Hold Your Clippings
Why Don't We Spit it in the Road
(that's what auto correct thinks Beatles should be, somehow...)
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