Sunday Polish

Be Ryndiculous

Notes

Dinnertime

Mom:
There are people at work who think we should wear scrubs.
Me:
Do you say no, you don't want no scrubs? A scrub is a guy who can't get no love from me, hanging on the passengers side, of his best friends ride, trying to holler at me?
*long pause*
Mom:
Did you just make that up?

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